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"The following 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 bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? Party favors
Ahh yeah, y'all a couple of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass
Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't man {*scratches*}
I that bullshit ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't man!"*}
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head the beats!
That's my 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 bitch to (spank spank)
you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a tank (ewwwahh)
you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like that you (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come I faint (wooo!)
get to passin out;
I'ma give you one chance but yo' ass is out
Now you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause I see you I'ma bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you with the demos (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout your record out (out out)
But you need to put gum in your mouth (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 Benz and
I'm how this big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up it's foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to rain teflon
But we ride teflon
I thought you was fam you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no
And if you come the way, I should get you stuck
I wish you luck, I'ma you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' stop my justice done
What you wanna be as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that for what?
When you rep building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you been DEAD in that building
You know what it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in building, or control that building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't that killing
Cause when the came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was shook in them
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build
When Scrams was home, you was on his
And you that bitch money cause you always been a trick
You Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit in the block
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
Whatchu gon' do nigga? or get shot
I'm hot on the block new glocks 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 grow on or one to on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit kick the on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I on
Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie
After I go on y'all niggaz'll never bust tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the best
How I from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your like you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so we leave them whores numb
The I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like and needles of crack
My lyrics and arm the people like gats
In studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, respect your hustle
The industry is Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
Y'all this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight