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

When my, mastered like flex
I touch earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words together like triple
Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip
My creepy mixed with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the like an exorcism
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) incur

[e. sermon sings method man]

As the world around, I'm breakin down competitors
Like the predator, niggaz check my
(yea, up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers know the (yeah)
ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged off the energy
The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my (word up)
Time and again I grip the pen with a vengeance
Disruption of your cypher label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, combustion
Eruptin, bustin out my (whoo!)
So ignite the flame the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault searchin for the treasure
With ? ? in the brain, increase the do whatever

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

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

vicious]
I make a hundred give me enough respect
Cause my shit got the major 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
like a blunt and if you front I'll split your melon
What's your name? kelly kel, you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for punk? you to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious the ill funk flow
Knockin punks out my name was riddick bowe

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

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