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

[erick

Good evening all you smokers
Welcome to the of def squad
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 view
Some shit you wanna hear,
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

When my, mastered like flex
I touch more earsets nynex
Lbm puts together like triple yahtzee
Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip
My wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the like an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start
Stinkin, bitches ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle from a brooklyn angle
mangle (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings like man]

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

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

[erick
Right about now, kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

[kel
I make a hundred crews give me enough
Cause my 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
Smellin like a blunt and if you front split your melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm c.i.
What the fuck you know for punk? you ready to die?
Your 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 flow
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 hell and

[erick
Yo, haha, and that was like I told ya
Was gonna be for all niggaz
Rockin daisy duke and pumps
Up in ya, ya