| Woo-woo-wowowowooo!
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| Lord hi-gher
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| Could somebody, turn on, da lights
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| Somebody, turn on, da lights
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| The darkside! |
| Yessss…
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| Verse One: Redman
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| Guess who’s back when I bring funk like Zapp
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| All aboard motherfuckers! |
| While your brains get jacked
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| I’m souped like two scoops of funk juice, word to mother
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| The way I kick you swear that Jim Kelly was in this motherfucker
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| The darkside brings apartheid
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| I act wild like them niggaz from Chi-Town on the Southside
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| Sweeter than this, whoopin niggaz down like Jack Nich
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| when I backflip my tactic graphics
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| Ooooooh! |
| Redman jams it in Due to difficulties I won’t be done by ten
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| Friend I got bust shots out the twelve Benz
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| And then we get the bam-ba-zee from one-ten
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| Or is it further up? |
| Plus my style murder ducks
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| So what the fuck, you got the mic turned up fo'?
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| When I Chief Rock underground MC’s drop like sheet rock
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| Here’s a ride to the underground
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| To the beat y’all…
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| Ah to the beat y’all, I do the freak y’all
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| I keep the buddha to last me through the week y’all
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| Verse Two: Redman
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| Come take a trip on my cosmic movie boogie flicks
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| Far beyond space so niggaz say your grace
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| It’s a True Lie that I bring drama like Schwarzeneggar
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| When a baby, I had other babies in labor catchin vapors
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| With two gats I move like too fast like Paxton
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| Ask Toni Braxton who got seven days of action
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| Black stars or moons eclipse the volume
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| Bang zoom I’m sendin honies on the moon with ten bags of boom
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| Ridiculously I will pimp an MC
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| To degrees I leave spots like chicken pox, check the synopsis
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| I grow confusing just like Rubik’s cube boxes
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| Float like the butter, fly so what if I blow your lenses, tear the fuckin hinges
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| Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist
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| When I’m in this, the knotty-headed era causes terror
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| Y’all gimmick motherfuckers better get y’all shit together
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| One for the money and two for my peeps
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| Nynex can’t even reach my technique or rap sheets
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| For the Squad I lick two shots word to God
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| Then take y’all dreams and imaginations
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| To the darkside |