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

sermon]

Good evening all you smokers
Welcome to the of def squad
Where you bout to the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, murray
Takin you to the legion of dume, and
This is a pay per event
Some shit you hear, yaknahmsayin?
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

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

[e. sermon sings like man]

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

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

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

[kel
I make a hundred give me enough respect
my shit 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
like a blunt and if you front I'll split your melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm c.i.
What the you wanna know for punk? you ready to die?
biological clock, is tickin while I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill funk
Knockin punks out like my name was bowe

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

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