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Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial of
one of the most underrated rap of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you refer to the
anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words doo-doo and
pee-pee?"

[Kool

"Because that's the whole fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I have other like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, shut down close your
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy
I wet your brain and tie your to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint artifacts
the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new like mildew
you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your
All that and mean look I'll get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the brother
Pistol like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Keep that mop down, just like album sound
So save cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no niggas bound to make my bop
Don't fuck me
Between your legs you sport a
[Tamika

explain to me?"
"Holy catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I think
your fans will want to know how accomplish this. Can you
[Kool

With the A1 6600 detector
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times stories
Hush town, your staircase a mental town
I'll throw grenades and your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, bubblegum sitting below
your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your verbal wasn't fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking
arab with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the place
Uptown bronx with cheese for you fucking mouse
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my
Federal tax bullshit I light real estate
Suck my nuts with dual night vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), asshole's tied to a milk crate
Biological agents blew Waco
Dynamite's in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is
I'll you out there, your crew'll have grey hair

"Super luv, super luv, baby, luv, superman, superman luv, lois
lane, superman luv,