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

[erick

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def
Where you bout to hear the 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 earsets than
Lbm words together like triple yahtzee
Performin open heart surgeries with a shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed leaky ism splits em
And the rhythm like an exorcism
leaks out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, bitches ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels from a brooklyn
Rectangular (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings method man]

As the world goes around, I'm down competitors
the predator, niggaz check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the 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 grip the pen a vengeance
Disruption of cypher niggaz label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical
Eruptin, bustin out my (whoo!)
So ignite the it's the lyrically insane
I, open up the searchin for the buried treasure
With ? ? in the brain, the measures do whatever

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

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

[kel
I make a hundred give me enough 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 like a blunt and if you front I'll split melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna for punk? you ready to die?
Your clock, is tickin while I'm kickin
ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill flow
punks out like my name was riddick 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
daisy duke and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya