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"The following presentation is R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ motherfuckin
We gon' this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and it around a little bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all a couple of 'em
We playin witcho' bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the
But that bullshit ain't nothin man
I said bullshit ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't man!"*}
so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the 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 two-fifths of (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya cain't (nah nah)
Runnin smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know ass is stank (stank stank)
'round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a but like that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause your ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to out;
I'ma give you one more but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back 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 your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your (hell yes)
before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik

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 but thug love
Put me on to the game, me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your and Range
I'm thinkin how this big gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's outside, about to rain
It's about to rain cop-killers
But we ride can't-stop-killers
I you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I 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 my justice done
What you be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that
If it for me, you woulda been DEAD in that building
You don't know it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in that building, or control building
You know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was in them buildings
You in of these buildings, frontin 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 in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
Whatchu do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the like new glocks out the box
All fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

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 I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I float on
Plus I get my on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
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 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 like
In studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street like they for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just MC's for beats
Y'all want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz don't the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow like Screw tape
as long as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight