Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Head Banger, artist - EPMD. Album song Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Head Banger |
The head banger, WHAT? |
The head banger |
Parrish Smith gettin' wreck |
The head banger |
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, alright I’m strapped |
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 bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh) |
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts |
Bustin heads daily as I compose like Mozart |
Just stand, say you’re mad damn, why him? |
ZL1 Targa, five-sixty Benz |
I’m sinking 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 |
SURPRISE, you wonder where I’ve been, I’ve been workin' |
But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin' |
A real Damien, 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 pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt |
I got the power, to ransack a stadium |
WUBBA WUBBA, even Julie Brown at 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 cassette? |
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 suckers |
Walk like an Egyptian, but packin' 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 |
I’m the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh) |
My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck means my trigger finger DIGITAL |
My gun’ll make men admit, they should dip 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 assault over Magnum (huh) |
So back up off me, here’s a clip |
For uzis and guns, and then you faggots 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 this gear shift and leave em EMPTY |
'Cause they can’t go, so I’mma call a ho 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 |
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! |
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 good fella but still rugged like Joe PESCI |
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant |
Shit that I kick backflip semi-full bitch (yeah) |
Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH |
To an incredible nigga with a *fuckin'* 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 BITCH |
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 assCRACK |
'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, nigga, 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 ass, ROCKABYE BABY |
The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school |
And still holdin' my jewels! |