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Tamika

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

Keith]

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

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

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

the A1 6600 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit, in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow times stories flop
Hush town, your staircase becomes a mental
throw grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, bubblegum sitting below
your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your verbal shit wasn't pro
Go your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb
Iranian with muslim bells on my face
seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the place
bronx with cheese 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 tube night vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a milk
Biological blew Waco Texas
packed in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
Suck my for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have grey

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