[Production by Rockwilder & Reggie Noble]
[Redman]
Ahhhhhh...
You are now about to enter the psychotic mind of Redman
Let's take a journey on a funk cosmic adventure
To where no other n***a or b**h has ever entered
Let me lick your funky emotions with my cosmic lyrics
From a place we call hell, and beyond...
[Jeff Stewart]
And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!
Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*
What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side
Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself
To all knotty head n***as, bob to this
Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside
Coming to you live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!!!
[Redman]
So who's that funky n***a that's known to kick the fat sh**?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited ba*tard"
*cutting and scratching of ba*tard*
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha
Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang
Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain
The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts
I'm catching applause when I rock the microphone from the heart
My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars
As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars
Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap b**h
Crossin DTW, coming into Manhattan
Boy my sk**s are stacks, I love to do it from the back
My style swarms over ghettoes like crack
Go in any hood and puff a blunt with any n***a
As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger
But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums
Can't save your a** on the block, and you're f**ed if it ain't pop
The funk is blowin wattage out your f**in trunks
Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps
Props I got, coming through your block nine co*ked
My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots
Don't press it, I hang em like them n***as do in Texas
You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace
I give props to real MC's like KRS-One
Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from
The East coast!! Where a n***a like you'd get laughed at
And since you came out ga**ed, well I'm closin your gas cap
The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker
Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the Preacher
A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis
I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence
Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with
Droppin dope sh** after dope sh**, we're atrocious
That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come
And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!!