* sample repeats in background from Redman's "Cosmic Slop" (4X)
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--> Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
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To Hell and beyond
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[Erick Sermon]
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Hahaha
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Good evening all you blunt smokers
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Welcome to the Darksides of Def Squad
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Where you bout to hear the voices of Passione,
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LBM, Kel Vicious, Keith Murray
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Takin you to the Legion of Dume, and beyond
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This is a Pay Per View event
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Some shit you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin?
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Let's get ready to rumble, yeah..
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[LBM]
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When my, Funk's mastered like Flex
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I touch more earsets than Nynex
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LBM puts words together like Triple Yahtzee
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Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
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My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em
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and attacks the rhythm like an exorcism
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Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start killin
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stinkin, bitches like ??Joe Rifkind??
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(Rifkind.. Rifkind..) YAHH!!
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I strangle angels from a Brooklyn angle
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Rectangular mangle (and TANGO) incur single
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[E. Sermon sings like Method Man]
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P-A-S-S-I-O-N
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[Passion]
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As the world goes around, I'm breakin down competitors
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like the predator, niggaz check my metaphors
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(yea, word up) Let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
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When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (YEAH)
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Like AC/DC (word?) I'm charged off the energy
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The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my serenity (word up)
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Time and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance
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Disruption of your cypher niggaz label me a menace
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The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical combustion
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eruptin, bustin out my brain (whoo!)
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So ignite the flame it's the lyrically insane
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I, open up the vault searchin for the buried treasure
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With ?? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever
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[Keith Murray]
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Whatever.. NIGGAZ! K-Keith Mu..
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Keith what? Y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
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Quicker, than a nigga with a piss-bag done shitted
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Niggaz, be like, quit it
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Cause my renditions be expeditions
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for niggaz on them straight looney missions (nigga)
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Funk Lord Productions be sayin somethin (word)
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For niggaz in the street who wanna fight
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and press charges, I got somethin (bitch)
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Throw that, you could get the bozack
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Cause I leave homicide mummified and all you hoes know that
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[Erick Sermon]
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Right about now, it's Kelly Kel
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Kel Vicious, bout to get.. ill
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[Kel Vicious]
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I make a hundred crews give me enough respect
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Cause my shit got the major funk effect, so check it
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Select it, my rap style be highly respected
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Challenge Kel Vicious get burnt, expect it
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I'm twenty-one, and I'm a phe-nom-enon
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The Def Squad, L.O.D. live on and on
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These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
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Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split your melon
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What's your name? Kelly Kel, where you from? I'm from C.I.
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What the FUCK you wanna know for punk? You ready to die?
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Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm kickin
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forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
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This is Mr. Kel Vicious with the ill funk flow
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Knockin punks out like my name was Riddick Bowe
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* sample repeats in background from Redman's "Cosmic Slop" (to fade)
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--> Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
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To Hell and beyond
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[Erick Sermon]
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Yo, haha, and that was just like I told ya
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was gonna be for all them niggaz
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rockin Daisy Duke and Reebok pumps
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Up in ya, ya tricks
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Pay Per View
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| Keith Murray |
