Kool Keith is the GOAT. Don't for a second think otherwise. Since it would be a truly difficult task to try and explain his musical wisdom in a single post (a task I just gave up on moments ago), it seems more appropriate to focus on one aspect of his variegated song-writing: the anger within. Kool Keith invented real talk, and has an ensemble of songs to prove it.

F-U M.F. is a great place to start. Off the disc that taught me how to rock baby blue, Matthew, this track is the album opener and Keith wastes no time telling haters that they can suck his dick. "Standin' like you running shit, you ain't the fuckin' president! / Posin' wit ugly bitches in your video who take AIDS medicine!"

There's something completely gruesome and ominous about this beat. "Yeah, you been rappin' for twenty-thousand years and you ain't got your fuckin' deal yet?" In the end Keith starts to describe how he's going to amputate the haters' faces right off of their collective skulls. Other anger off Matthew comes in skit form with Recoupment, and the violent second track: 27 Shots. "Tell your A & R and his wife to get out my fuckin' life! Twenty-seven shots!"

As dark as the shit on Matthew is, No Chorus, off First Come, First Served is even more macabre. Keith takes on his Dr. Dooom persona and demonstrates how to conduct the off-beat rhyme: "I hope your bitch is in the audience, your wife too: that's your fanbase." Keith takes some pretty open shots at rap-industry big-wigs--though he doesn't go so far as to name-names, he makes it apparent who he's talking about. Definitely a favorite Keith track of all time.

In N.B.A., Keith delivers a "message to the NBA," during which he manages to once again bring up AIDS tests before addressing the intellect required to be a professional basketballer: "Keep lookin' in the club for your celebrity jump-shooters / tall lean men that can't read books to they kids, need tutors." This track, off Spankmaster, isn't the first time that Keith deals with NBA athletes; on White Label Mix Series VOL. 1 is a banger titled "27 Teams," on which Keith goes so far as to yell, "Take your basketballs and stick it up your ass!" No, really.

See also on Spankmaster: Jealous and Haters. No explanations needed here, the pithy titles capture their essence quite well.

On I Don't Believe You, Keith's spends three minutes denying everything your favorite rapper has ever said.

Perhaps Keith's greatest affront to the haters comes in the form of an Intro on 1997's legendary Black Elvis. This is truly a song that must be heard to be understood: a bizarre, tongue-in-cheek serious of questions transitions seamlessly into an effortless two-minute verse during which Keith proclaims, "That's right, tomorrow I plan to boo your shows at the Apollo!" A rap classic that cements Keith as the king of real talk.

I know I'm missing a few gems, specifically off Kool Keih Presents: Thee Undertakerz, but my mp3 library is a little thin after the recent crash. This, however, is a sufficient introduction to the way Keith absolutely exorcises his enemies. Real talk.