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

sermon]

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def
Where you bout to the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, murray
Takin you to the of dume, and beyond
This is a pay per view
Some shit you hear, yaknahmsayin?
get ready to rumble, yeah..

When my, funk's like flex
I touch earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words like triple yahtzee
Performin open heart surgeries with a shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed with ism splits em
And attacks the like an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I killin
Stinkin, bitches ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels a brooklyn angle
Rectangular (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings method man]

As the world goes around, I'm breakin competitors
Like the predator, niggaz check my
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip the steel
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, lyrical
Eruptin, out my brain (whoo!)
So ignite the flame the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault for the buried treasure
With ? ? in the brain, the measures do whatever

murray]
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
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 productions be sayin somethin (word)
For niggaz in the street who wanna
And charges, I got somethin (bitch)
that, you could get the bozack
Cause I leave mummified and all you hoes know that

sermon]
Right about now, kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

vicious]
I make a hundred crews me enough respect
Cause my shit got the funk 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 and if you front 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 you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm
Forty ounce dreams of and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
is mr. kel vicious with the ill funk flow
Knockin punks out my name was riddick bowe

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

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