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

sermon]

Good evening all you smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def
you bout to hear the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
Takin you to the legion of dume, and
This is a pay per event
Some shit you wanna hear,
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

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

[e. sermon sings like man]

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

murray]
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga a piss-bag done shitted
Niggaz, be like, it
Cause my renditions be
For niggaz on straight looney missions (nigga)
Funk lord be sayin somethin (word)
For in the street who wanna fight
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

vicious]
I make a hundred crews give me enough
Cause my shit got the major funk effect, so it
Select it, my rap style be highly
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 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 punk? you 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 the ill funk flow
punks out like 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 like I ya
Was gonna be for all niggaz
daisy duke and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya