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"The presentation is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ Quik
We take this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it around a bit, hahaha
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, need a couple of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, the talk
But that ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit ain't 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!"}
.. shut the up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem 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 to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you 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 around I (wooo!)
People get to out;
I'ma give you one more but yo' ass is out
Now you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you I'ma you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz the demos (demos)
Man you just as bad as dem (hoes)
Talkin bout your comin out (out out)
But you to put some 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, showed me nuttin but thug
Put me on to the game, bought me my first
Let me ride shotgun, in your Benz and
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go against the
Hit him up it's foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to rain teflon
But we teflon can't-stop-killers
I thought you was fam 'til you switched the
Now you, and fuck, you forget the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no
And if you come around the way, I get you stuck
I wish you luck, I'ma make you the gun
And I ain't gon' until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a or a duck?
What powder you cut, you that building for what?
When you rep that building, you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in that
You don't know what it feel like to say I own building
Get dough in that building, or control building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't that killing
when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, like you build them
Scrams was home, you was on his dick
And you gave that bitch money cause you always been a
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
Bought the in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
Whatchu gon' do Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block new glocks out the box
All fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this 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 spit kick the on
Got shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I float on
Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie
After I go on y'all niggaz'll bust like tantric sex
The nigga that represent the planet best
How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los - people!
We hold this down like you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm to blow like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of
My lyrics and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the
Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they MC's lookin for beats
Y'all want trouble, we pop bubbles 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 scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like tape
Cause as as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight