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Tamika

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

Keith]

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

Your crew got high blood pressure, you bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, down close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what your is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your to the two train
Drag you the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are wack, on the new smell like mildew
When you the mic steps from the socket and
You could be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
All that hard and mean look get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, on the real brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get by your pimp
Keep mop down, just like your album sound
So save that shit for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas bound to make my bop
Don't with me
Between your legs you a cootie
[Tamika

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

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

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