Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Per View

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

sermon]

Good evening all you blunt
to the darksides of def squad
Where you bout to hear the of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, murray
Takin you to the legion of dume, and
is a pay per view event
Some shit you wanna hear,
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

When my, mastered like flex
I touch more than nynex
Lbm puts words together like triple
Performin open heart surgeries with a shottie
My wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the rhythm like an
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start
Stinkin, bitches like ? ? joe ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels from a brooklyn
Rectangular (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings like man]

As the world goes around, I'm breakin down
Like the predator, niggaz my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the inside the steel
When the starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (yeah)
ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged 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 your cypher 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 vault searchin for the treasure
With ? ? in the brain, the measures do whatever

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

[erick
Right now, it's kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

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

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

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