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"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We take this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and it around a little bit, hahaha
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We ain't witcho' bitch-ass either
Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't man {*scratches*}
I said bullshit ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz do what we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit nothin man!"*}
Damn; so you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the fuck up and listen for a {"Listen!"}
Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the 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 bitch to (spank spank)
Baby you can it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
'round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime ass come around I faint (wooo!)
get to passin out;
I'ma give you one more but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back like raw trout (trout)
everytime I see you I'ma bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz the demos (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (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 can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, the dough I want it in blood
You was my homey, me nuttin but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my chain
Let me ride shotgun, in Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, to rain
It's to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride can't-stop-killers
I thought you was fam 'til you switched the
Now you, rich and fuck, you the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I get no plug
And if you come around the way, I get you stuck
I wish you luck, make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a
powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in building
You don't what it feel like to say I own that building
Get in that building, or control that building
You don't that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I the days when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin you build them
When Scrams was home, you was on his
And you gave that bitch money cause you always a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm on the block
Bought the in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the like new glocks out the box
All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) ..

Talib
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock body and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to on or one to blow on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit kick the on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma what I float on
Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Fresh
After I go on y'all niggaz'll bust like tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the planet
How I manifest Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold down like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the like gats
In studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just lookin for beats
don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they respect your
The industry is Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like Screw
Cause as long as you rockin with Quik, you straight