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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
Welcome to the darksides of def
you bout to hear the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
you to the legion of dume, and beyond
This is a pay per event
Some shit you wanna hear,
get ready to rumble, yeah..

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

[e. sermon sings method man]

As the world goes around, I'm breakin down
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 the deal (yeah)
Like ac/dc (word? ) I'm off the energy
The cipher is my psych the soul is my serenity (word up)
Time and again I grip the pen with a vengeance
of your cypher niggaz label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, combustion
Eruptin, bustin out my (whoo!)
So ignite the flame it's the lyrically
I, up the vault searchin for the buried treasure
With ? ? in the brain, increase the do whatever

murray]
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
Cause my renditions be
For niggaz on them looney 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, it's kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

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

* repeats in background 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 like I ya
Was gonna be for all niggaz
Rockin duke and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya