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Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from it Real' Magazine, and I'm
to enter 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 rectum? And why do you always use the doo-doo and
pee-pee?"

Keith]

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

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

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

With the A1 6600 detector
can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects
Missiles dropped, narrow hard times stories flop
Hush town, your staircase becomes a mental
I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting
your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
I thought so, your verbal wasn't fucking pro
Go flush toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb
Iranian with muslim bells on my face
Three seconds flat your fucking chest in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the place
Uptown bronx with cheese traps for you fucking
My helmet's haiti, infrared's at my house
Federal tax I light your real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision
Raw in to stop (?), asshole's tied to a milk crate
agents blew Waco Texas
Dynamite's in trunks, alarms on your Lexus
my dick for real, my 44 mag is steel
I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have grey

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