The head banger Parrish Smith gettin´ wreck The head banger
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots Of the maniac, dressed in black, alright I´m strapped Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!) ´Cause I don´t play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh) Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts Bustin heads daily as I compose like Mozart Just stand, say you´re mad damn, why him?
ZL1 Targa, five-sixty Benz I´m sinking mad deep no shorts and no sleep I´m bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete So get a GRIP and don´t SLIP or catch a CLIP From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET The Bozack, I rip up flows that Make an MC stop and chill and say HE´S ALL THAT Hardcore no R&B singer Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
SURPRISE, you wonder where I´ve been, I´ve been workin´ But sounds makin´ danger, and black birds chirpin´
A real Damien, Omen possessed by the devil You dig the rhythm, and I´ll play the RUNNIN REBEL Changed my style, so I can freak the funk Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt I got the power, to ransack a stadium WUBBA WUBBA, even Julie Brown at the Palladium Yo, I´m from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah) Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior EPMD, YO, is in this to win this A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS No jokin´, I´m gettin´ paid fully You wanna buy the cassette? Stop by Sam Goody YO WHERE´S MY HOODIE? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers Walk like an Egyptian, but packin´ my steel
Plus I´m goin´ to court, make my own appeal As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER Cause I could be a head banger
I´m the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh) My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck means my trigger finger DIGITAL My gun´ll make men admit, they should dip when I get mad And pissed cause I can make him my TARGET Braggin´ em taggin´ em draggin´ em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh) So back up off me, here´s a clip For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF ME
I´m sure you know the deal that my nine can box I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield More rhymes than music´s, my solution Subscribers of my style here´s a contribution Let´s say you want a shovel layer parkin MC´s like cars And drivin´ MC´s away Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me I break this gear shift and leave em EMPTY ´Cause they can´t go, so I´mma call a ho tow truck To come tow truck your weak SIDE SHOW Back on the scene is the incredible one man team When I get mad I turn GREEN The Fugitive´s gone peace, I´m outta here later And here´s a finger, to all you non-movin´ spectators
SURPRISE, NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me A good fella but still rugged like Joe PESCI My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant Shit that I kick backflip semi-full bitch (yeah) Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH To an incredible nigga with a *fuckin´* nine on the hip I always got played by a honeyDIP But now I´m on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH And swing hardcore because that´s where I come from (yeah)
I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore Now I´m back to tear the frame out your assCRACK ´Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or Moet And what you see is what you get and what you´re gettin´ is your ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied figure Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK Yes the Redman that´s what they call me Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy Like AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazy Lullaby your stupid ass, ROCKABYE BABY The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
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