Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Per View

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

[erick

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the of def squad
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?
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

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

[e. sermon sings like man]

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

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

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

[kel
I make a hundred crews give me respect
Cause my got the major funk effect, so check it
Select it, my rap style be 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 forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split melon
What's name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for punk? you ready to
Your biological clock, is while I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass
is mr. kel vicious with the ill funk flow
Knockin punks out like my name was riddick

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

[erick
Yo, haha, and was just like I told ya
Was gonna be for all niggaz
Rockin daisy and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya