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

[erick

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

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

[e. sermon sings like man]

As the world goes around, I'm down competitors
Like the predator, check my metaphors
(yea, up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside 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 the soul is my serenity (word up)
Time and time again I the pen with a vengeance
of your cypher niggaz 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 searchin for the 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 done
Niggaz, be like, it
Cause my be expeditions
For niggaz on them straight looney (nigga)
Funk lord productions be sayin (word)
For niggaz in the who wanna fight
And press charges, I got (bitch)
Throw that, you could get the
Cause I homicide mummified and all you hoes know that

sermon]
Right now, it's kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

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

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

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