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Tamika

"Yo, what's up I'm Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
about to enter the minds of two of the controversial rappers of
one of the most rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always to the
words anal and And why do you always 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 got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
As I in your area, shut down close your shops
Your style is greasy, so what hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two
Drag you down the tracks, paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nut
are still wack, on the new smell like mildew
When you rhyme the mic steps from the and
You could never be classic, your rappin plastic
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop marketing
All that hard and mean look I'll get ass kicked
steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by pimp
Keep that mop down, just like your album
So that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is
You flop, no niggas bound to make my bop
Don't with me
Between your legs you sport a
[Tamika

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

the A1 6600 phone detector
Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the
Missiles dropped, your narrow hard stories flop
Hush town, your staircase a mental town
I'll throw grenades and blow your out your fucking block
Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum below
Cover peephole, wires reach bombs in your window
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 your fucking chest splatters in your palm
Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken
Uptown bronx with cheese for you fucking mouse
My helmet's from haiti, infrared's at my
Federal tax bullshit I light real estate
Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision
Raw in to stop (?), your asshole's to a milk crate
Biological agents blew Waco
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, luv, superman, superman luv, lois
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