| The head banger, WHAT?
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| The head banger
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| Parrish Smith gettin' wreck
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| The head banger
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| Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
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| As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots
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| Of the maniac, dressed in black, alright I’m strapped
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| Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
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| 'Cause I don’t play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
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| To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
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| Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
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| Bustin heads daily as I compose like Mozart
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| Just stand, say you’re mad damn, why him?
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| ZL1 Targa, five-sixty Benz
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| I’m sinking mad deep no shorts and no sleep
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| I’m bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
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| So get a GRIP and don’t SLIP or catch a CLIP
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| From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
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| The Bozack, I rip up flows that
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| Make an MC stop and chill and say HE’S ALL THAT
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| Hardcore no R&B singer
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| Roll with the Hit Squad… down with the head banger
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| SURPRISE, you wonder where I’ve been, I’ve been workin'
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| But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin'
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| A real Damien, Omen possessed by the devil
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| You dig the rhythm, and I’ll play the RUNNIN REBEL
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| Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
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| Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt
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| I got the power, to ransack a stadium
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| WUBBA WUBBA, even Julie Brown at the Palladium
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| Yo, I’m from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)
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| Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
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| EPMD, YO, is in this to win this
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| A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
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| No jokin', I’m gettin' paid fully
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| You wanna buy the cassette? |
| Stop by Sam Goody
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| YO WHERE’S MY HOODIE? |
| I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
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| Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers
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| Walk like an Egyptian, but packin' my steel
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| Plus I’m goin' to court, make my own appeal
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| As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER
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| Cause I could be a head banger
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| I’m the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh)
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| My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck means my trigger finger DIGITAL
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| My gun’ll make men admit, they should dip when I get mad
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| And pissed cause I can make him my TARGET
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| Braggin' em taggin' em draggin' em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
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| Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
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| So back up off me, here’s a clip
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| For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF ME
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| I’m sure you know the deal that my nine can box
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| I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield
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| More rhymes than music’s, my solution
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| Subscribers of my style here’s a contribution
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| Let’s say you want a shovel layer parkin MC’s like cars
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| And drivin' MC’s away
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| Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me
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| I break this gear shift and leave em EMPTY
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| 'Cause they can’t go, so I’mma call a ho tow truck
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| To come tow truck your weak SIDE SHOW
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| Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
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| When I get mad I turn GREEN
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| The Fugitive’s gone peace, I’m outta here later
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| And here’s a finger, to all you non-movin' spectators
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| SURPRISE NIGGAZ! |
| The original P-Funk funks you up
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| I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
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| Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
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| A good fella but still rugged like Joe PESCI
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| My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
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| Shit that I kick backflip semi-full bitch (yeah)
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| Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH
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| To an incredible nigga with a *fuckin'* nine on the hip
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| I always got played by a honeyDIP
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| But now I’m on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
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| And swing hardcore because that’s where I come from (yeah)
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| I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
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| Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
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| Now I’m back to tear the frame out your assCRACK
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| 'Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or Moet
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| And what you see is what you get and what you’re gettin' is your
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| ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied figure
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| Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK
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| Yes the Redman that’s what they call me
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| Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
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| Like AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazy
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| Lullaby your stupid ass, ROCKABYE BABY
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| The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
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| And still holdin' my jewels! |