[00:00.000]"The following presentation is rated R."
[00:03.096]Hi-C
[00:06.622]Uhh!God damn!
[00:09.992]Yeah!
[00:13.022]Hi-C
[00:14.485]This my nigga DJ Qui
[00:17.620]We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster day
[00:21.356]And put it all in your jawmeat
[00:24.229]And wiggle it around a little bit,hahaha
[00:28.017]You know what
[00:29.062]I'm sayin?
[00:29.244]Party favors b***he
[00:31.674]Ahh yeah, y'all need a couple of 'em
[00:35.044]We ain't playin witcho' b***h-ass eithe
[00:38.204]Youknowhat
[00:40.216]I'msayin?
[00:40.477]Niggas try to walk the walk, talk the tal
[00:44.213]But that shit ain't nothin man {*scratches: 'aw, nigga, nig
[00:47.582]I said that shit ain't nothin man! {*scratches: 'aw, nigga, nig
[00:52.258]Niggas can't do what we do {"N
[00:57.274]Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {'stop stop stop stop STOP!'} .. shut the **** up and listen for a minute {'Listen!'}
[01:05.816]Pay attention - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
[01:11.902]Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio wit dem boys neither or they put knots all
[01:15.298]UPSIDE ya head with the beats!
[01:19.060]That's my *****
[01:21.751]Q..I call him..{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
[01:29.352]Quik-a-lodeon {"Too Quik!"}
[01:31.416]Yeah..huh?
[01:34.524]Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
[01:38.965]Talk.. {"**********in Quik"} spit it
[01:42.022]Yeah.ooh!
[01:47.612]Haha, yeah
[01:51.870]Now off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)
[01:53.463]They got yo' boy lookin for a b***h to spank (spank spank
[01:56.128]Baby you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
[01:58.583]Runnin 'round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
[02:01.692]Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
[02:04.095]Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
[02:06.577]Tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain't (nah nah)
[02:09.320]Cause everytime your ass come around
[02:11.044]I faint (wooo!)
[02:11.331]People get to passin out;
[02:13.891]I'ma give you one more chance but yo' ass is out
[02:16.425]Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
[02:19.481]Cause everytime
[02:20.369]I see you
[02:20.866]I'ma bust you out! (Here she come, look out!)
[02:23.217]And you **** with the demos (demos
[02:24.523]Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
[02:28.076]Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)
[02:29.617]But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
[02:33.457]Cause before
[02:34.293]I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from
[02:35.729]Quik Shyheim
[02:36.278]Da Kid Yo yo this
[02:37.192]Shyheim, and y'all can suck my
[02:38.263]****! Son you owe me, **** the doug
[02:40.118]I want it in blood
[02:41.372]You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug love
[02:43.749]Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain
[02:46.649]Let me ride shotgun, in your
[02:47.929]Benz and Range
[02:49.130]I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go against the grai
[02:51.769]Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to rain
[02:54.041]It's about to rain teflon cop-killers
[02:57.150]But we ride teflon can't-stop-killers
[02:59.788]I thought you was fam 'til you switched the love
[03:02.009]Now you, rich and , you forget the thug?
[03:04.647]Heard you on the radio, but
[03:06.110]I ain't get no plug
[03:07.338]And if you come around the way,
[03:08.618]I should get you stuck
[03:09.767]I wish you luck,
[03:10.786]I'ma make you kiss the gun
[03:12.118]And I ain't gon' stop until my justice done
[03:14.965]What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
[03:17.604]What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
[03:20.294]When you rep that building, what you said for that building
[03:22.358]If it wasn't for me, you woulda been
[03:24.369]DEAD in that building
[03:25.676]You don't know what it feel like to say
[03:26.877]I own that building
[03:27.948]Get dough in that building, or control that building
[03:30.378]You don't know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
[03:32.990]Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
[03:35.524]I remember the days when you was shook in them buildings
[03:38.240]You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build them
[03:40.905]When Scrams was home, you was on his ****
[03:43.021]And you gave that nigga money cause you always been a tric
[03:45.973]You know Shy
[03:46.809]Da Kid, I'm back on the block
[03:48.480]Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
[03:51.093]clap at the cops, if
[03:52.529]I'm rappin or not
[03:53.809]Whatchu gon' do nigga
[03:55.089]Shoot or get shot
[03:56.500]I'm hot on the block like new glocks out the box
[03:59.112]All y'all fulla shit, at the bow(?) .. what?
[04:01.751]Talib Kweli
[04:02.848]Yeah yeah.. yo
[04:05.669]Kweli, I'm rock this body and so forth and so on
[04:09.587]You can get the ****, one to grow on or one to blow on
[04:11.938]Bet you Quik get his dough on,
[04:13.166]I spit kick the flow on
[04:13.976]Got swift shit
[04:15.230]I throw on, cause
[04:16.066]I'ma leave what
[04:16.876]I float on
[04:17.450]Plus I get my roll on like
[04:18.469]Baby and Mannie
[04:19.697]Fresh After
[04:20.298]I go on y'all mother****ers'll never bust like tantric sex
[04:22.466]The universal b*****s that represent the planet best
[04:24.738]How I manifest from
[04:25.862]Brooklyn to
[04:26.541]Los Angeles - people!
[04:27.533]We hold this down like wherever you're from
[04:29.806]Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tongue
[04:32.471]Pimped the game so hard we leave them whores numb
[04:35.579]The more I come,
[04:36.232]Kweli, I'm bout to blow like
[04:37.303]George Young
[04:37.800]I'm the Don
[04:38.453]Cheadle of rap, **** like arms and needles of crack
[04:40.934]My lyrics attack and arm the people like gats
[04:42.867]In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the console
[04:45.480]Peep Hollywood ****ers who think it's sweet like
[04:48.040]Comanco Claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef
[04:50.600]But with a gun in they teeth they just
[04:52.193]MC's lookin for beats
[04:53.160]Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
[04:55.641]****ers don't respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
[04:58.123]The industry is like
[04:59.142]Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
[05:00.761]And the people always scream for
[05:02.355]NEW shit, like
[05:03.112]Clue tapes
[05:03.765]Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like
[05:05.307]Screw tape
[05:06.169]Cause as long as you rockin with
[05:07.710]Quik, b***h you straight

"The following presentation is rated R."
Hi-C
Uhh!God damn!
Yeah!
Hi-C
This my nigga DJ Qui
We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster day
And put it all in your jawmeat
And wiggle it around a little bit,hahaha
You know what
I'm sayin?
Party favors b***he
Ahh yeah, y'all need a couple of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' b***h-ass eithe
Youknowhat
I'msayin?
Niggas try to walk the walk, talk the tal
But that shit ain't nothin man {*scratches: 'aw, nigga, nig
I said that shit ain't nothin man! {*scratches: 'aw, nigga, nig
Niggas can't do what we do {"N
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {'stop stop stop stop STOP!'} .. shut the **** up and listen for a minute {'Listen!'}
Pay attention - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio wit dem boys neither or they put knots all
UPSIDE ya head with the beats!
That's my *****
Q..I call him..{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
Quik-a-lodeon {"Too Quik!"}
Yeah..huh?
Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"**********in Quik"} spit it
Yeah.ooh!
Haha, yeah
Now off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a b***h to spank (spank spank
Baby you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come around
I faint (wooo!)
People get to passin out;
I'ma give you one more chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime
I see you
I'ma bust you out! (Here she come, look out!)
And you **** with the demos (demos
Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before
I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from
Quik Shyheim
Da Kid Yo yo this
Shyheim, and y'all can suck my
****! Son you owe me, **** the doug
I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your
Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go against the grai
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon can't-stop-killers
I thought you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and , you forget the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but
I ain't get no plug
And if you come around the way,
I should get you stuck
I wish you luck,
I'ma make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' stop until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been
DEAD in that building
You don't know what it feel like to say
I own that building
Get dough in that building, or control that building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build them
When Scrams was home, you was on his ****
And you gave that nigga money cause you always been a tric
You know Shy
Da Kid, I'm back on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
clap at the cops, if
I'm rappin or not
Whatchu gon' do nigga
Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block like new glocks out the box
All y'all fulla shit, at the bow(?) .. what?
Talib Kweli
Yeah yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this body and so forth and so on
You can get the ****, one to grow on or one to blow on
Bet you Quik get his dough on,
I spit kick the flow on
Got swift shit
I throw on, cause
I'ma leave what
I float on
Plus I get my roll on like
Baby and Mannie
Fresh After
I go on y'all mother****ers'll never bust like tantric sex
The universal b*****s that represent the planet best
How I manifest from
Brooklyn to
Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them whores numb
The more I come,
Kweli, I'm bout to blow like
George Young
I'm the Don
Cheadle of rap, **** like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood ****ers who think it's sweet like
Comanco Claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just
MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
****ers don't respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like
Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for
NEW shit, like
Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like
Screw tape
Cause as long as you rockin with
Quik, b***h you straight