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"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it around a little bit,
YouknowhatI'msayin? Party nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We ain't playin bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, the talk
But that bullshit ain't nothin man
I said that ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz do what we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit nothin 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!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin with 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)
got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to 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 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 I'ma you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz with the (demos)
Man you just as bad as dem (hoes)
Talkin your record comin out (out out)
But you to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I 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 dough I want it in
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but love
Put me on to the game, me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your Benz and
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to
It's to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon
I you was fam 'til you switched the love
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 should get you
I wish you luck, make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' until my justice done
What you wanna be as, a coward or a duck?
What you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for building
If it for me, you woulda been DEAD in that building
You don't know what it like to say I own that building
Get dough in that building, or that building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't condone killing
Cause when the came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build
When was home, you was on his dick
And you gave bitch money cause you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the like new glocks out the box
All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) ..

Kweli
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 on, I spit kick the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, I'ma leave what I float on
Plus I get my roll on like Baby and 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 this down like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people gats
In studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood who think it's sweet like Comanco
they gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth just MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and muscle
don't respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
speed this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as long as you rockin Quik, nigga you straight