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

sermon]

Good evening all you blunt
Welcome to the of def squad
Where you bout to 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 earsets nynex
Lbm puts words together triple yahtzee
Performin open surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom with leaky ism splits em
And the rhythm like an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I killin
Stinkin, bitches like ? ? joe ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle from a brooklyn angle
Rectangular mangle (and tango) incur

[e. sings like method man]

As the world goes around, I'm breakin down
Like the predator, check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the inside the steel
When the verbal 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)
Time and time again I grip the pen a vengeance
Disruption of your cypher niggaz me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, combustion
Eruptin, bustin out my (whoo!)
So ignite the flame it's the insane
I, open up the searchin for the buried treasure
? ? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever

murray]
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith what? y'all niggaz don't it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga with a 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)
Throw that, you get the bozack
Cause I leave mummified and all you hoes know that

sermon]
Right now, it's kelly kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

vicious]
I make a hundred crews me enough respect
Cause my shit got the major effect, so check it
Select it, my rap style be respected
kel vicious get burnt, expect it
I'm twenty-one, and I'm a
The def squad, l.o.d. on and on
These ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split your
What's your kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin I'm kickin
Forty dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
is mr. kel vicious with the ill funk 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 non-central
To and beyond

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