Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Per View

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

sermon]

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the 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?
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

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

[e. sermon like method man]

As the world goes around, I'm down competitors
Like the predator, niggaz check my
(yea, up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
When the verbal to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (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 grip the pen with a
Disruption of your cypher niggaz me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical
Eruptin, out my brain (whoo!)
So the flame it's the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault for the buried treasure
? ? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever

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

sermon]
Right about now, kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

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

* sample repeats in background redman's "cosmic slop" (to fade)
--> attention passenger's 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 and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya