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