[redman] negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
[hit squad] the head banger
Parrish smith gettin wreck
[hit squad] the head banger
Verse one: parrish smith
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
As i chill, and bust grills you take snapshots
Of the maniac, dressed in black, carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, pow!!)
Cause i don't play games, an outlaw like jesse james
To hell with the b**hes and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as i climb charts
Bustin a** daily as i compose like mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one tonka, five-sixty benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
From the infrared aimed at your head as i blast my target
The bozack, i rip up flows that
Make an mc stop and chill and say he's all that
Hardcore no r&b singer
Roll with the hit squad... down with the head banger
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down
(repeat 3x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
Erick sermon break it down
[hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse two: erick sermon
Surprise, you wonder where i've been, i've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real damian, omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and i'll play the runnin rebel
Changed my style, so i can freak the funk
Yo pa** the philly, hit squad spark the blunt
I got the power, to ramshack a stadium
Wubba wubba, even judy brown the palladium
Yo, i'm from the boondocks so i knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)
Sometimes i curse but now, i show behavior
Epmd, yo, is in this to win this
A brand new lp so mind your business
No jokin, i'm gettin paid fully
You wanna buy the ca**ette, stop by sam goody
Yo where's my hoodie? i wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some s**ers
Walk like an egyptian, rough crackin my steel
Plus i'm goin to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger
Cause i could be a head banger
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down
(repeat 3x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
K-solo!!!
[hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse three: k-solo
I'm the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh)
My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger digital
My gun'll make, many men, things you did when i get mad
And pissed cause i can make him my target
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose smith or a**ault over magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
For uzis and guns, and then you f*ggots gonna off me
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like evander holyfield
More rhymes than music's, my solution
Subscribers of my style here's a contribution
Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin mc's like cars
And drivin mc's away
Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me
I break the steering shift and leave em empty
Cause they can't go, so i'ma call a hoe tow truck
To come tow truck your weak side show
Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
When i get mad i turn green
The fugitive's gone peace, i'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin spectators
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down
(repeat 3x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
Redman get down!
[hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse four: redman
Surprise n***az! the original p-funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then i get biz with the new cut
Because i can jam like teddy if you let me
A goodfella but still rugged like joe pesci
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
sh** that i kick backflips any four b**h (yeah)
Deduct and i dip then i switch
To an incredible n***a with a *nickle* nine on the hip
I always got played by a honeydip
But now i'm on the money tip so now i call the honeydip honey b**h
And swing hardcore because that's where i come from (yeah)
I rock ya like chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember redman, last album i was hardcore
Now i'm back to tear the frame out your a**crack
Cause i get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet
And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is your
Ass kicked, n***a, hit you with the funkdafied figure
Like a plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk
Yes the redman that's what they call me
Wicked with the style you think i have cerebral palsy
Like aaieeahaaa, cause i freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid a**, rockabye baby
The funkadelic devil hit your a** with a level from the new school
And still holdin my j**els!
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
[hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?
[hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down
(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger
[hit squad] the head banger
"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"