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"The presentation is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ motherfuckin
We gon' take this back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in your
and wiggle it around a little bit,
YouknowhatI'msayin? favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the
But that ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit 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 up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - might somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head with the beats!
That's my nigga Q.. I 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 of drank (drank drank)
They got yo' boy for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a septic (ewwwahh)
you need 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 like that you (nah nah)
Cause everytime ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to passin
I'ma give you one more 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 with 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 mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from

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

Talib
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this body and so 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 I'ma leave I float on
Plus I get my roll on like and Mannie Fresh
After I go on niggaz'll never bust like tantric sex
The universal that represent the planet best
How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los - people!
We hold this down like wherever you're
Got my name all in your mouth you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet Comanco
Claimin gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just lookin for beats
Y'all don't trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies while you
And the people scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as long as you rockin Quik, nigga you straight