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* sample repeats in background redman's "cosmic slop" (4x)
--> passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and

[erick

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def
Where you bout to the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
Takin you to the legion of dume, and
This is a pay per view
Some shit you wanna hear,
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

When my, mastered like flex
I touch earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words together like triple
Performin open heart with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism em
And attacks the like an exorcism
leaks out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, bitches ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels from a angle
mangle (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings method man]

As the goes around, I'm breakin down competitors
Like the predator, niggaz check my
(yea, up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
When the starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (yeah)
ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged off the energy
The cipher is my psych the soul is my serenity (word up)
and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance
Disruption of your cypher niggaz label me a
The villain, I'm feelin, another, combustion
Eruptin, out my brain (whoo!)
So the flame it's the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault searchin for the treasure
With ? ? in the brain, increase the measures do

[keith
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a with a piss-bag done shitted
Niggaz, be like, it
Cause my be expeditions
For niggaz on them straight looney (nigga)
Funk lord productions be sayin (word)
For niggaz in the street who fight
And press charges, I got (bitch)
Throw that, you could get the
Cause I homicide mummified and all you hoes know that

[erick
Right now, it's kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

[kel
I a hundred crews give me enough respect
Cause my got the major funk effect, so check it
Select it, my rap style be highly
Challenge kel get burnt, expect it
I'm twenty-one, and I'm a
The def squad, l.o.d. on and on
These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm
Forty dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel with the ill funk flow
Knockin out like my name was riddick bowe

* sample repeats in background redman's "cosmic slop" (to fade)
--> passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and

sermon]
Yo, haha, and that was like I told ya
Was gonna be for all them
Rockin daisy and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya