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"The presentation 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 bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? Party nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, the talk
But that bullshit ain't man {*scratches*}
I said bullshit ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't man!"*}
Damn; so what you to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the fuck up and listen for a {"Listen!"}
Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all ya motherfuckin head with the beats!
my nigga 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 of drank (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know your ass is (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for (bank bank)
to hit a lick but like that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause your ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to passin
I'ma give you one chance but yo' ass is out
Now you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
everytime I see you I'ma bust 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 need to put some gum in mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a 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 Benz and Range
I'm how this big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to
It's about to rain cop-killers
But we teflon can't-stop-killers
I you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the
you on the radio, but I ain't get no plug
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' stop until my done
What you be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What you cut, you wanted that building for what?
you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you been DEAD in that building
You don't know what it feel like to say I own building
Get dough in that building, or that building
You don't know that feeling, you condone that killing
Cause the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I the days when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you them
When Scrams was home, you was on his
And you that bitch money cause you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
Whatchu do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block like new out the box
All fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock body 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 the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, I'ma leave what I float on
I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on y'all niggaz'll bust like tantric sex
The universal nigga that the planet best
How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los - people!
We hold this down like wherever from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your
the game so hard 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 arms and of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people like
In Cali studios we the heat up on the console
Peep niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just MC's for beats
don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they your hustle
The is like Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue
Y'all speed this in face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as long as you with Quik, nigga you straight