| Lyrics: | Intro: Keith Murray
Yeah, bout to fly that knot
Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with
the, Cosmic Slop
And we all pack glocks
Word is Bond, word is bond
Fuck around and get
shot
Verse One: E Double
As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax
I react
with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
Flyin expert, puttin in work
No question,
cosmic funk and weed session
Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn
But I change up the
mode, and blow up the globe
The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM)
Catchin wreck umm
(UMMM)
One two micraphone check (UMMM)
Attention passenger's we're on a
non-central journey
To Hell and beyond
FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!!
Verse
Two: Redman
Boo-yaa!
I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya
My Cosmic Slop rules
all blocks with funk maneuvers
My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river
Then
I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust
I'm spaced out, I LOST MY MIND
ON CLOUD 19
VISINE FOR EYES, when I blow Alpines
Dial 9, 0-0, For the hero of the
wierdos
I hope my brain don't bust
Transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush
IT'S THE FLY, My
music will burn eyes
Twice the chemical of Clorox
Then I do an autopse on four cops
When
my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot
Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the
chalk
I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th
With black cats and Haley's Comet, blazin
blunts in my driveway
Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends
That Def Squad will get the
fuckin cream like Noxem...geyeah
For those that remember pics and afros (it's on
like that)
Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some g |
