If you are a Talib Kweil fan, you will remember this from his 'Train of Thought' album:

(Big Nel)
Let 'em know how we do it down in the C.O.
we 'bout to get the thang started
Know what I'm sayin'? The year 2000

I'm 'bout to let these mutha****as know, Big D representin'
All the way from the C.O.
Cinncinnati, Ohio - that's what it is
Ay yo I'm givin' some shout-outs to my kids
I'm just a real-ass ***** from the Natti I used to drive caddies
And used to be a Pimp daddy
And now I chill in the studio, roll wit' my *****s
And we sippin' on Henny though
Yeah, I like to smoke on the hydro
Go to the club, might pick up a freaky ho
Yeah, what's up my *****s? We doin' it like that
While we in the bank countin' figures
You know how we gettin' things started down here in the Natti
You know, Come down here you kick it with me, Big D
Y'know, ride out, get cloud out, smoked out, know what I'm sayin'
Get things poppin'
You know how we do it, got the forty fluid
Know what I'm sayin', yeah, yeah


Why did Kweil give this guy a track on his album?

That **** is mad wack kid!

I love the fact that he made it worst by rappin hella slow

Yo VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs ahold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo-- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waiting just to say Hi
Did you stop?
No-- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo-- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lambourghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with the guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine--
All I heard was shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo-- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook While Deshay revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice
Yo man-- Let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!
Ice Ice Baby Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

The wackest (and I like this CD, but this **** is wack):

Warren G "What's Next?"

[Warren G]
Woo!!
I say whats next, whats next whats N-X-E-T
its me, Warren to the muthaf**kin G
flowin with my little homey named Malik
yes, everybody will just tweak
off the new style ill ease that we got
yes, its me Warren G on the block
pump pump, block glock, let me just tick tock
its me Warren G on the muthaf**kin rock n roll
stroll, then stiff back to the rap
its me with the big black mack 11 strap
so let me uhh flix into the flex
Woo!! So whats next

Smell my anal vapor
your face, is my toilet paper

Smell my anal vapor
your face, is my toilet paper
LoL!!! dats a million dollar rhyme