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"The presentation is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' take this back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in your
and wiggle it around a little bit,
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all a couple of 'em
We ain't playin bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
I that bullshit ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz do what we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't man!"*}
so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the fuck up and for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - might learn {"Now LISTEN!"}
you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head the beats!
my nigga Q.. I call him..
{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
{"Too Quik!"}
Yeah.. Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} it
Yeah.. ooh! Haha,

Now off of two-fifths of (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass around I faint (wooo!)
People get to out;
give you one more chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw (trout)
Cause everytime I see you bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz the demos (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo Shyheim, and y'all can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, the dough I want it in blood
You was my homey, me nuttin but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my first
Let me ride shotgun, in your and Range
I'm how this big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to
It's about to rain cop-killers
But we teflon can't-stop-killers
I thought you was fam 'til you switched the
Now you, and fuck, you forget the thug?
you on the radio, but I ain't get no plug
And if you come around the way, I get you stuck
I wish you luck, make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' stop until my done
you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you that building for what?
When you rep building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda DEAD in that building
You don't know what it feel to say I own that building
Get dough in building, or control that building
You don't that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause when the came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was shook in buildings
You in front of these buildings, like you build them
When Scrams was home, you was on his
And you gave that bitch money cause you always been a
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
Bought the crack in the spot, back in the block
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
Whatchu do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block like new out the box
All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) ..

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm this body and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to on or one to blow on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I kick the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause leave what I float on
Plus I get my on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on y'all niggaz'll never like tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the best
How I manifest from to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever from
Got my name all in your like you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of
My attack and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street like they for beef
But a gun in they teeth they just MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin while you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down Screw tape
as long as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight