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"The presentation is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ motherfuckin
We gon' take shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in your
and wiggle it around a bit, hahaha
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all a couple of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass
YouknowhatI'msayin? try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit 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!"}
.. shut the up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya 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 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 all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come around I (wooo!)
get to passin out;
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 with the (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, fuck the I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but love
Put me on to the game, me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your and Range
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go 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 you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the
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, make you kiss the gun
And I ain't stop until my justice done
What you wanna be as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for
When you rep that building, what you for that building
If it for me, you woulda 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 that
You don't know that feeling, you condone that killing
Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in building"
I the days when you was shook in them buildings
You in of these buildings, frontin like you build them
When Scrams was home, you was on his
And you gave that money cause you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit in the block
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
Whatchu do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the like new glocks out the box
All fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

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 spit kick the on
Got swift shit I on, cause I'ma leave what I float on
Plus I get my on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on y'all niggaz'll never bust tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the best
How I from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them numb
The I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like and needles of crack
My attack and arm the people like gats
In studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think sweet like Comanco
Claimin gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex
Niggaz don't the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies while you
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down Screw tape
Cause as long as you with Quik, nigga you straight