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"The following is rated 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 wiggle it around a little bit,
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We playin witcho' bitch-ass either
Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz do what 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!"}
Don't you yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put all UPSIDE 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 two-fifths of (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to (spank spank)
Baby you can it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a septic (ewwwahh)
you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause your ass come around I faint (wooo!)
get to passin out;
I'ma give you one more but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin raw trout (trout)
everytime I see you I'ma bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz with the (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, fuck the dough I it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug
Put me on to the game, bought me my chain
Let me ride shotgun, in Benz and Range
I'm how this big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to teflon 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
Heard you on the radio, but I get no plug
And if you come around the way, I should get you
I wish you luck, I'ma make you the gun
And I ain't gon' stop until my done
What you be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for
you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in that
You know what it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in that building, or that building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't that killing
Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in building"
I remember the when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build
When was home, you was on his dick
And you gave that bitch cause you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block like new out the box
All y'all dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Talib
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this 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 kick the flow on
Got shit I throw 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 bust like tantric sex
The universal nigga represent the planet best
How I manifest Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever you're
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 George Young
I'm the Don of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people like
In Cali we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth just MC's lookin 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 tapes
Y'all speed this in face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight