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Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to the minds of two of the most controversial rappers 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 And why do you always use the words doo-doo and
pee-pee?"

[Kool

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

crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I strike in area, shut down close your shops
Your is greasy, so what your hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie penis to the two train
you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like
When you rhyme the mic steps the socket and
You could never be classic, your skill's plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop marketing
All that and mean look I'll get your ass kicked
Your steelo's undercover, on the real brother
whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Keep that mop down, just like album sound
So save that shit for Saturday
is booty
You flop, no bound to make my head bop
Don't with me
Between your legs you a cootie
[Tamika

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

With the A1 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit, in the projects
Missiles dropped, narrow hard times stories flop
Hush town, your staircase becomes a town
I'll grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in your
I thought so, your verbal shit fucking pro
Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking
Iranian with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken
Uptown bronx cheese traps for you fucking mouse
My helmet's from haiti, at my house
Federal tax bullshit I light your estate
Suck my nuts with tube night vision goggles
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's to a milk crate
Biological agents Waco Texas
Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on Lexus
my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, crew'll have grey hair

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