* all krs samples are from "sound of da police" off _return of the boom bap_
Intro: dr. trevis, hurricane g, redman
Hahahahahahaaaaa
[krs] watch out!
Geyeeah! as we take a journey to the darkside
[krs] watch out!
From hell and beyond, the knotty-headed n***a era has triumphed
[krs] watch out!
A new ever! if you don't know, your b**h a** better
[krs] watch out!
Axe somebody! shoot em up!
[glo] the hurricane g is live and in color
[krs] watch out!
[glo] we run you motherf**ers!
[red] the funk doctor spock coming live and in color
[krs] watch out!
[red] we run you motherf**ers!
[r+g] puffin mad spliffs, so f** a b**h
And a n***a, cause n***az, and b**hes ain't sh**!
Hahahahahahaaaa! dr. trevis
[krs] watch out!
Is in the motherf**in house
With a couple of sick patients for your b**h a**
[krs] watch out!
Yeahhh!
Verse one: hurricane g, redman
The hurricane g is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(hoo-hah!! wild like shaolin monks)
Representin, comin out of brooklyn, flatbush
You wuss, you can't push push in the bush
Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled cheech and chong
The jimi hendrix of rap, i got an afro and
Bandanna, then i rock jams like santana
I move mc's like n***az move keys uptown
Red and hurricane g, so how you like us now?!!?!
Chorus: repeat 4x
[krs] watch out! we run new york
Yeah
Verse two: hurricane g
(hurricane g hit em one time)
From the brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So i holds back what you took!
I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house n***az delirious
(hahahahaa) cause i'm furious!
How dare you motherf**ers, forget about the ultimate
Funk, bitttttch n***a!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
Motherf**er, f** you and your crew!
So what n***a, is it you wanna do?
In ninety-fo' i kick the wicked for the b**hes
For the real trick deez who can dig it
Cause after pop thought all that, hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back
The queen of the east coast, funk gangsta pack buddha
On the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes bump n grind to my rhymes
Now! it ain't a n***a who could hang
Or pop yang, about a motherf**in th-a-a-a-ang
And uh, f** any b**h who can't hang
I'm representin b**hes universal!
It go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with god's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and redman original steel
Latin queens in the house!!
So n***a swing it over here on these big fat tits!!
(titties, hahahahahaa)
Verse three: redman
The funk doctor spock, blast up on your block
I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, i freaked it when i was a child
So you talkin that baby talk like, who's talkin now?
Verbally i crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust
Run of the mill i'm not, watch me k** a co*k-s**er
And cause ruckus, like them l.o.d. motherf**ers
Every verse every word i preach
Represents the east, long as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!
I light a blunt for n***az up in sing-sing
I do it to d**h, style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And i'm hotter, than the globetrotters in the bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and i'm as
Eager, as n***a wantin my sh** to dub
Cause my sh** be bangin like the crips and bloods
Troop, i flew the coop like big bird in timb boots
I skywalk the planet like my code name was luke
From the darkside, i'm from the darkside pah
I'm above the law like steven segall
Motherf**er!!
Outro: dr. trevis
[krs] watch out!
Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
Come travel
[krs] watch out!
On our metaphoric futuristic type sh**
As we blow your brains like spliffs
[krs] watch out!
Dr. trevis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank... b**h
[krs] watch out!
Yeahh
[krs] watch out!