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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 groups of all time, the
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your do you always refer to the
words anal and And why do you always use the words 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 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 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 smell mildew
When you rhyme the mic from the socket and
You could never be classic, rappin skill's plastic
Gimmicks is plan, strategy is stop your marketing
All that hard and mean I'll get your ass kicked
Your undercover, corny on the real brother
Pistol like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Keep that mop down, just your album sound
So that cartoon shit for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no niggas to make my head bop
Don't with me
Between your you sport a cootie
Jones]

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

With the A1 phone detector
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow times stories flop
town, your staircase becomes a mental town
I'll throw grenades and blow rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, bubblegum sitting below
Cover your peephole, wires reach in your window
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the bomb
Iranian arab muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your chest splatters 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 your real
Suck my nuts with dual tube night goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your tied to a milk crate
Biological agents blew Waco
Dynamite's packed in trunks, on your Lexus
Suck my dick for real, my 44 mag is
I'll catch you out there, your have grey hair

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