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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 underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you refer to the
words anal and 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 high blood pressure, you bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, shut close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is peasy
I wet your brain and tie your to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like
When you rhyme the mic steps from the and
You never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is your marketing
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your
that mop down, just like your album sound
So that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no niggas to make my head bop
Don't fuck me
Between legs you sport a cootie
[Tamika

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

the A1 6600 phone detector
Y'all tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your hard times stories flop
town, your staircase becomes a mental town
I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out your block
elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting below
Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in window
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, the bowl, see the fucking bomb
arab with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds your fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I bazookas in the chicken place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you mouse
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my
Federal tax bullshit I your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's to a milk crate
agents blew Waco Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, 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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