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"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' take this shit to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it a little bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? favors nigga
Ahh yeah, need a couple of 'em
We ain't playin bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit nothin man {*scratches*}
I said bullshit ain't 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 somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head 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 it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a but like that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come around I (wooo!)
People get to out;
I'ma give you one chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz the demos (demos)
Man you just as bad as dem (hoes)
Talkin bout your record out (out out)
But you to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and y'all can my DICK!
Son you owe me, the dough I want 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 thinkin how big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to
It's to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon
I thought you was fam 'til you the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no
And if you around the way, I should get you stuck
I wish you luck, I'ma make you the gun
And I ain't stop until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a
What powder you cut, you wanted that for what?
When you rep that building, 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 that
Get dough in that building, or control building
You don't know feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin you build them
When 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
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
Whatchu gon' do nigga? Shoot or get
I'm hot on the block like new out the box
All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) ..

Kweli
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 get his dough on, I spit kick the flow on
Got shit I throw on, cause 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 nigga that represent the planet best
How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los - people!
We hold this like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet Comanco
Claimin gangster and street like 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 and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies while you
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like tape
Cause as long as you rockin with Quik, you straight