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Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial of
one of the most rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your do you always refer to the
words anal and rectum? And why do you use the words doo-doo and
pee-pee?"

Keith]

"Because that's what the fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I have other like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
also.....monkey"

Your crew got high pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I strike in your area, shut down your shops
Your style is greasy, so your hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and with dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nut
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like
When you rhyme the mic steps the socket and
You could never be classic, rappin skill's plastic
is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
All that hard and look I'll get your ass kicked
Your undercover, corny on the real brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get by your pimp
Keep that mop down, like your album sound
So save that cartoon shit for
is booty
You flop, no niggas bound to my head bop
fuck with me
Between your you sport a cootie
[Tamika

explain to me?"
"Holy anal Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I think
your fans will to know how you'll accomplish this. Can you
[Kool

With the A1 6600 detector
Y'all tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times flop
Hush town, your staircase becomes a town
I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking
elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting below
Cover your peephole, wires bombs in your window
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the bomb
Iranian with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your fucking chest in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken
Uptown bronx cheese traps for you fucking mouse
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my
Federal tax bullshit I your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's tied to a milk
Biological blew Waco Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on Lexus
Suck my for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have hair

"Super luv, luv, baby, super luv, superman, superman luv, lois
lane, superman luv,