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"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' take shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in your
and it around a little bit, hahaha
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all a couple of 'em
We ain't playin bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the
But that bullshit ain't man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz do what we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit nothin man!"*}
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the fuck up and listen for a {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - might learn {"Now LISTEN!"}
you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put 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 for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya sister (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a septic (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the for bank (bank bank)
to hit a lick but like that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come I faint (wooo!)
get to passin out;
I'ma give you one chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you 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 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 but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my chain
Let me shotgun, in your Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how big nigga 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 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 come the way, I should get you stuck
I wish you luck, make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' stop my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for
When you rep building, what you said for that 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 feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause when the 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
When Scrams was home, you was on his
And you gave that bitch money cause you been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
Bought the crack in the spot, spit 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 like new out the box
All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) ..

Talib
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 kick the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma 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 that represent the planet best
How I from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down wherever 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 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 gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the
Peep niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef
But with a gun in teeth they just MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex
don't respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies while you
And the people scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like Screw
Cause as long as you with Quik, nigga you straight