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

[erick

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

When my, funk's mastered like
I touch earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words like triple yahtzee
Performin heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits 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 brooklyn
Rectangular (and tango) incur single

[e. sings like method man]

As the world goes around, I'm breakin competitors
Like the predator, check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip the steel
When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers the deal (yeah)
Like (word? ) I'm charged off the energy
The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my (word up)
Time and time again I grip the pen a vengeance
Disruption of cypher niggaz label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical
Eruptin, out my brain (whoo!)
So ignite the flame it's the lyrically
I, open up the searchin for the buried treasure
? ? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever

[keith
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga with a piss-bag 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 charges, I got somethin (bitch)
Throw that, you get the bozack
I leave homicide mummified 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 forty drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you I'll split your melon
What's name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you know for punk? you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious the ill funk flow
Knockin punks out 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

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