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featuring Keith Murray Redman



"Kick it over here baby pop!"



Chorus: Murray Sermon others



[KM] Swing it over here!

[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



Aoowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 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!

featuring Keith Murray Redman



"Kick it over here baby pop!"



Chorus: Murray Sermon others



[KM] Swing it over here!

[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



Aoowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 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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