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Intro： |
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(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, |
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Flavori*******s, mackado*******s, sour cream and onion type flavor. |
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Redman： |
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I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown |
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I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino |
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For black albino, i'm like suicide on vinyle |
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The type of anti**** *******t you have to keep away from my nose |
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And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez |
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My vocals are like *******s, wet an mc's when they open |
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My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities |
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I'm rugged, i pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 ******* slugger |
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So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs |
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When ******* see me perform, ******* say i strickly brake vertibraes |
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Bones back, *******y eyed like japs i blow states off the map |
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Just by eye contact |
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Hook: |
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Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on |
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"rock, rock on" - redman (x4) |
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Erick sermon: |
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Yeah, i shut down things for the moment, what? |
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Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah) |
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Who be claimin' to be the *******t y'all stop |
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Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image |
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I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em |
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Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground |
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I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black |
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Techs |
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Somebody stop me i'm smoking like mask |
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Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft |
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The e-double bring the ****st material, way out cosmic type |
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Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up) |
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Huh, i take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some |
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Cleats |
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I let one ******* slide in 93, but this year, he's ******' history |
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Hook (x4) |
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Passion: |
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Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction |
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Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption |
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Insane no pressure no pain, *******s falling off it's strain to maintain |
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They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me |
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I got a phd in funkology |
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You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics |
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The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so ******* your automatics |
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I've had it up to here, you *******s are in danger |
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You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america |
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They just ain't ready for this, cause i'm nice as *******t |
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*******s be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits |
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And what's goin' on in your mind i can feel it |
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Tremors in the body has caused for the healin' |
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Hook (x4) |
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Outro: |
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You know what i'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know |
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What i'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um, |
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Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin' |
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This y'all feel this. i feel you. |