[all] Yo swing it over here! [KM] Swing it over here! [all] C´mon swing it over here! [KM] Y´all swing it over here! [all] Yo swing it over here! [KM] Come swing it over here! [Red] Yo, swing it over there!
Verse One: Keith Murray
My rap style is swift like boom bips so come get a whip, and a bump, it´s rough Crews couldn´t hold it in handcuffs The ordeal is that I´m raw ill on the mic Switchin my styles up like a transvestite (word) I think of competition as ?? and Keith Murray is the vocabulary champ ?Come in against deep notable to breach lines?
I´ll make you make the same mistake twice three or four times and nobody got a style like this You could say, I got my thinking cap on backwards I´ll demolish the retarded smartest rap artists regardless, tryin to scream the hardest I fuck your head up like amphetamines with L.O.D. Then bend you out of shape like a master Yogi I put my head through your chest, just to see who´s next in line, just to get wrecked I makes contact, bust the interlude I take my skills to another level like qualudes And you couldn´t hear me out; cause the type of shit I converse about´ll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse
Chorus: change to [all] throughout
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
Cling cling, somebody tell me something Why I got more props than Don King without bouncing boxing rings? *ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone Check me out, the way I freak the mode The active half flippin shit so split ´fore I explode - BOOM! So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on suspension for being closed minded to my invention Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lord The world full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it right and keep it hardcore and more blacker than Wesley Snipes To my crew there´s no match You want more funk then here´s another batch, yo I
Chorus: [all] throughout
"The Redman that´s what they call me" --> EPMD´s ´Headbanger´ (repeat 3X) [ED] Oh no, here comes the Funkadelic Redman
Verse Three: Redman
Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! Could this be the funk that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots Now Richard Dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome Throw on your Walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins WAKE UP! While the blunt´s laced up just to pick the pace up My style´s freaky, nasty like ?Seka? pussy papers when I raped her, you don´t know check the four-uno-uno you know That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures Now right about now I´m settin off a bomb to blow the Empire
to ashes -- cause my shit´s more raw than niggaz stashes Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya I´m rough enough ta, fuck up another white man´s trucker Redman´s evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke a whole pound of weed and couldn´t see me off the TV!
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