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Lyrics for Da Ill Out by Redman:
| | | Artist: | Redman |
| | Album: | Muddy Waters | | Track: | Da Ill Out | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 122 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Def Squad
[Erick Sermon]
Yo Reggie I'mout
[Jamal]
T ree F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted... nigga
[Redman]
Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
Fuck such and such I
roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez
that freak of the week like I made Knee Deep
Hold up! Rotate around the solar badder than
Cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers
I'm sauteein MC's with fried
rice up in the wok
without the MSG and chopped celery
See, I made it, my flavor
situated
from the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus,
I'm thick like Quakers on papers
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases
lettering,
and the medicine, that I'm swallowin
Get you hollerin, like Marvin Gaye when his father shot
him
in the chest, I roll with two stacks of Tecs
And mad niggaz and sess that I roll
up in your rest
UHH! Mister Fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When I'm
blasted, my Method magics get drastic
That you can't see with bifocals
Watchin MC's
go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt
I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can
back it
Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket"
[Keith
Murray]
It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can't win
Those who know the biz, know
we wreck kids get biz
Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
And I copycat
kill the rest, with no Method to my madness
Plus the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin
leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your hands get embraced with a touch of
the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical,
lyrical at it who?
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My
directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem,
and make shit give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
cast to
the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers, is what L.O.D. goes after
To my Squad,
there's no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all flavor S-classes
Bomb attack
on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the act
A public
figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger
Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word
up
[Jamal]
Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble
Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic
Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic
Freak it back keep the track ringin, with
the bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine I
lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down
Now's the time here yeah
[Erick Sermon]
Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot
[Jamal]
Gangsta,
so called killin, cap peelin
Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic
Play
your cards God, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, shit is
trife
on these evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in
chalk
New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man)
It's me bombin on these niggaz
shitlist and Mally G
open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin to ride in
the, industry with E
The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah)
Killin my
psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)
[Erick Sermon]
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy
Waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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