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

[erick

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def
Where you to hear the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
you to the legion 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 more earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words together like triple
open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed leaky ism splits em
And attacks the like an exorcism
Blood out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, bitches like ? ? joe ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels from a brooklyn
Rectangular mangle (and tango) single

[e. sermon like method man]

As the world around, I'm breakin down competitors
Like the predator, check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip the steel
When the starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (yeah)
Like ac/dc (word? ) I'm off the energy
The cipher is my soul psych the is my serenity (word up)
Time and time again I 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 flame it's the insane
I, up the vault searchin for the buried treasure
With ? ? in the brain, the measures do whatever

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

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

vicious]
I a hundred crews give me enough respect
Cause my shit got the major funk effect, so 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
forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split melon
your name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for punk? you to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm
ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill flow
Knockin punks out like my name was riddick

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

[erick
Yo, haha, and was just like I told ya
Was gonna be for all niggaz
Rockin duke and reebok pumps
Up in ya, ya