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Tamika

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

[Kool

"Because what the whole fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I other words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

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

this to me?"
"Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I
your will want to know how you'll accomplish this. Can you
Keith]

With the A1 6600 phone
Y'all tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times flop
Hush town, staircase becomes a mental town
I'll throw grenades and blow rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in window
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb
Iranian arab muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your fucking chest in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with traps for you fucking mouse
My helmet's haiti, infrared's at my house
Federal tax bullshit I light real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's to a milk crate
Biological agents Waco Texas
packed in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
Suck my for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll you out there, your crew'll have grey hair

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