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Tamika

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

[Kool

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

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

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

With the A1 6600 phone
Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times flop
Hush town, your becomes a mental town
I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out your block
Your stopped, your bubblegum sitting below
Cover peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your shit wasn't fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking
Iranian arab with muslim bells on my
Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in your
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken
bronx with cheese traps for you fucking mouse
My from haiti, infrared's at my house
Federal tax bullshit I your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a crate
Biological agents blew Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll grey hair

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lane, superman luv,