Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Per View

* sample repeats in background from "cosmic slop" (4x)
--> attention we're on a non-central journey
To hell and

sermon]

Good all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def
Where you bout to hear the of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith
Takin you to the of dume, and beyond
is a pay per view event
Some you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin?
Let's get to rumble, yeah..

When my, funk's mastered like
I more earsets than nynex
Lbm words together like triple yahtzee
open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism em
And attacks the rhythm like an
Blood out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, bitches ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle from a brooklyn angle
Rectangular (and tango) incur single

[e. sermon sings like method

As the world around, I'm breakin down competitors
Like the predator, check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the
When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers know the (yeah)
ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged off the energy
The cipher is my psych the soul is my serenity (word up)
and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance
Disruption of your niggaz label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical
Eruptin, out my brain (whoo!)
So ignite the flame it's the insane
I, open up the vault searchin for the buried
With ? ? in the brain, the measures do whatever

murray]
Whatever.. niggaz! mu..
Keith what? niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga a piss-bag done shitted
Niggaz, be like, it
Cause my renditions be
For niggaz on straight looney missions (nigga)
lord productions be sayin somethin (word)
For niggaz in the who wanna fight
And press charges, I got (bitch)
Throw that, you could get the
Cause I leave homicide mummified and all you know that

sermon]
Right about now, it's kel
Kel vicious, to get.. ill

vicious]
I make a crews give me enough respect
Cause my shit got the funk effect, so check it
Select it, my rap be highly respected
Challenge kel vicious get burnt, it
I'm twenty-one, and I'm a
The def squad, l.o.d. on and on
These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split your
your name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the you wanna know for punk? you ready to die?
Your clock, is tickin while I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill flow
Knockin out like my name was riddick bowe

* sample in background from redman's "cosmic slop" (to fade)
--> attention passenger's on a non-central journey
To and beyond

[erick
Yo, haha, and that was like I told ya
Was be for all them niggaz
Rockin daisy duke and pumps
Up in ya, ya