Epmd - Head Banger lyrics

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Epmd - Head Banger lyrics

[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"