Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Per View

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

[erick

Good evening all you blunt
Welcome to the darksides of def
Where you bout to hear the of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
Takin you to the of dume, and beyond
is a pay per view event
Some you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin?
get ready to rumble, yeah..

When my, funk's mastered flex
I touch more earsets nynex
Lbm puts words together triple yahtzee
Performin heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the rhythm an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start
Stinkin, like ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle from a brooklyn angle
Rectangular (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings like method

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

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

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

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

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

[erick
Yo, haha, and that was just I told ya
Was be for all them niggaz
daisy duke and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya