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"The presentation is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' take this back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it around a little bit,
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, need a couple of 'em
We ain't playin bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the
But bullshit 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!"}
.. the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya head 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)
They got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya sister (nah nah)
'round smellin like 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 come around I (wooo!)
get to passin out;
I'ma you one more chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin raw trout (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)
bout your record comin 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 from

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and 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 shotgun, in your Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to
about to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon
I thought you was fam 'til you switched the
Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the
you on the radio, but I ain't get no plug
And if you around the way, I should get you stuck
I you luck, I'ma make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' stop until my done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a
What powder you cut, you wanted that for what?
you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it for me, you woulda been DEAD in that building
You don't what it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in that building, or control building
You don't that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
when 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 gave that bitch money you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm on the block
the crack in the spot, spit back 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 like new glocks out the box
All y'all dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this body and so 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 the flow on
Got swift shit I 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 never bust like sex
The universal that represent the planet best
How I manifest from to Los Angeles - people!
We hold down like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced tongue
Pimped the so hard we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like Young
I'm the Don of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the like gats
In Cali studios we rest the up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they they just MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like tape
Cause as long as you rockin with Quik, you straight