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
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!
