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Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial of
one of the most rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in songs 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 what the whole fucking rap is.
Besides, I have other like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork
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 penis to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, spray like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog
You know my trash are packed, lick my nut sacs
are still 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
Gimmicks is your plan, is stop your marketing
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass
steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your
Keep that mop down, just like your album
So save that cartoon shit for
Everything is
You flop, no niggas to make my head bop
fuck with me
Between your legs you a cootie
Jones]

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

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

"Super luv, super luv, baby, luv, superman, superman luv, lois
lane, superman luv,