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REDMAN lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside

Sooperman Luva II

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[hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks] Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four and nine-five area Reggie Noble and Rockwilder in the house for the nizzow If you don't know you might as well close your biz out (To my peeps in Queens) Yeah, ohh shit, yo, it's a bird (Nah I thought that shit was a fuckin plane dude) Nah nah nah, it's Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man [It's on!] Hah Verse One: Redman Well it's the Soopaman Lovah in your motherfuckin town Get down go round and round like shocks on your G-spot Honeydip, now all of y'all up in that funny shit But I ain't switched, still a honeydip is a honeybitch in the mix! So bitches be lookin fly and I'll run in em With they toes and nails done, hair wrapped up with pins in em Fifty-four eleven Reebox bitch which you need not to do is get fly, cause where I'm from, bitches get speed knots Slow your monkey ass down and hold your horses Don't wanna know your name don't wanna know none of your sources Just fix me, with a quickie, I swear more Lake's than Ricki So bad I use my X-Ray vision to give y'all clits a hickie And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song Oooh you makin me horny! Well uhh, let me wipe that wetness for ya Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and that robot bitch-ah Grab onto the cape and uhh... I said before I took her don't choke me! And it's up up and away I took the hooker And it's on Verse Two: Redman We landed on my planet, we smoked out like a fuck up Bought a dime from Jabba the Hut and some uncut for the hooker She said, I don't sniff blow I just smoke weed to get me horny. So I'm nothin like that bitch in your last Soopaman Lovah story. You go girl! But I didn't believe her, had to make sure Where you from, the projects Yeahhhh, but I'm single. You needed a quickie and I'm just that bitch to break you off, shit my pussy's so good, it tickle my legs when I walk! Oh really, just show me a couple of ways how you'll thrill me She lifted up her dress and the whole area got chilly So what you think of that I threw that bitch back on my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk Got R2D2 and Mork from Ork puttin in work See I got the block sewn Oooh baby let's get it on! About time, I opened the door she had her ass and tits showin She rushed me to the room and stripped me out of my attire She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was blind But with my X-Ray vision I saw the icepick from behind So I broke out the ropes, smacked the hoe, then suplexed her She pulled out a Tec and wet my chest with the S1's Oh shit I'm shot! There was blood all over my finger! I think I left my other bulletproof suit in the cleaner She gave a whistle, they came in crews, word is bond It was a bunch of Martian bitches with bodysuits and Platforms Damn, I gotta think of a plan, whatamIdo Did Superman have a gun Nah, but the Soopaman Lovah do! So I pulled out the fo'-fifth, left the bitches open Had another clip in case some mo' bitches want mo' shit And I saw that trick Bewitched flying on her broomstick Pa-dow! Shot her down because I leave no witness Job well done I cleaned myself in a hurry Oops! Gotta catch this blunt session With I Dream of Jeannie and Kieth Murray Aiyyyo-yo-yo Keith aiyyo what's up Aiyyo

In The House

Califa Thugs "Califa Thugs"
[Silencer] Silencer comin at you Comin to snatch you mira My enemies are gonna die Como un victima de elsida, killa I stand alone nobody's able to battle The Silencer with amuniton Strappin 7 hollows Southern Cali be the state No mistake fuck a fake And I be the one creepin around Deigo every day Makin money every day You better be stayin up out of my way So keep away Silencer is here to stay Comin and gunnin you runnin I got amunition with no competition I got my ambitions I go on a mission I write the versus on the paper Never ever trust a fake and that's on the real ese Enemies are gonna die for talkin shit ese Baggy pants creased up And I kick it with my thugs If you ain't one of us Then to you there is no love Makin the rap Strappin the gat Silencer is creepin up out of the sight With a homicide like that Ready to take you off the map [Chorus: Low Profile Artist] Califa Thugs.... Up in the house ese Califa Thugs.... Will take your money And your spouse ese Califa Thugs.... Are gettin drunk And smokin an ounce ese Califa Thugs Thugs Califa Thugs Thugs [2x] [Youngster] We're the united don't you fight us Murder more murder, slippin and rippin Down for the cryptin Down for the pimpin the bitches Hoes love it you know bout to be finished Now I win it be the ways Droppin the shit with bunch of Dons I got you to that shit that be spittin Mothafuckas now it's on Smokin the shit out of the bong bong Gettin high like Cheech and Chong It's that vato Lil Youngster So now I'm gone gone [Grouch] Gotta be down with the bang man Mothafuckas just can't hang man While mumblin the same thing And wonderin if I gang bang Well homie press your luck And their gonna see the bullets rang And the pepas on the chain gang And the pepas want to know my real name But to me it's all the same When I'm puffin on Ms. Mary Jane Cause she's helpin me to main tain main tain [Silencer] I'm comin you runnin And you hoping You wanna know some thing I'm comin in the middle of the city Be sellin you bitches be dumb Ain't nobody ready to battle The Silencer Continue to go on a mission And kill me the sons of the bitches Burn up their bodies to turn them to ashes Ashes [Chorus] [Mr. Sancho] I'm out of sight Despite the color of the night I'm creepin up on you in alley With no witnesses in sight, right Givin me a difficult way of life Needin a cuete to stay alive Callin me 24 7 Not Low Pro fans What are they sellin Jealousy mixed with Heniseey That's what haters be Walkin up to me Tellin me they love my CD Gracias por to opinion supe mi motivasion escribo otra cancion por que encontre mi pasion Hypocrite trying to imidate But he can not duplicate So we had to hate And now we debated Trucha Cause this shit got personal Not nessecry to involve my family I'm so violent and so versatile Ready for combat When ever you're ready Don't get the baja I'll still slice you like confetti There's no way to avoid It's better without being unemployed Pero yo leta is some thing que no soy [Chorus]

Sychosymatic

Keith Murray "The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World"
featuring Jamal Erick Sermon [Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)] Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked And bust some to keep me uplifted It flows to my braincells like from smoke I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc' I'm wild psychosomatic I got gats stored in my attic for any crazy bastard It's all in the mind when the E drops a rhyme My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out like I stole somethin when I'm bustin I'm Don of mic with this shit I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?? Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays! Can't get these nuts on the real It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel! ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop on the E Double, check the sounds! I rise my eyes burnt like cherry Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.. .. until next try!! Def Squad, is in the house, yo Green Beret, is in the house, yo L.O.D., is in the house, yo Keith Murray, is in the house, yo [Keith Murray] And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere For mad niggaz it's curtains I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!) From the little voice in my concious I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch! West coast, is in the house, yo East coast, is in the house, yo N.Y.C., is in the house, yo Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo [Jamal] Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now? I'ma come down to represent the juveniles I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall Now I come down to be the illest, the realest Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G. Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step and let them know where the weapon is kept you punk bitch, and I hit a switch Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch Trick!

Take It To The Streets

Keith Murray "The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World"
Intro: You better recognize what. Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. Word up it's the cold blooded sin. Strickly murder. Legion of Doom 94. Word 'em up this is how we do that shit. Techs to your record son. Shit. Fuck that shit. Word 'em up that how we're always been. 50 Grand: Yo check it, I feel the vibe like Shanet Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse' My death sentense is danger I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber The sick authorist transmits for no repent And activate the plan the Pentagon inelligents So listen close like musical chairs The L.O.D. is deep then the niggas Under The Stairs I crack million dollar script like an archetict And execute like the chair when I inflict death I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy And wreck the industry so mysteriously Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger Niggas be scared to face 50 Grand like Medusa The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom Hook: With punk niggas we got beef so (L.O.D. about to take it to the streets) On the mic we definatly got beats so (L.O.D. about to take it to the streets) Ron Jay: Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mix I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script Beeotch my style set on fire to touch Venus My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin' I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic Electronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionic So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs Conduct like ? with electrofying words I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs Niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up 50 Grand: I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain Fuck that shit News Interlude Keith Murray: The moderation incobation of my creation Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith Murray If I had 24 hours to live and one wish I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers I'd start going wild like Larry Davis The funk speach vigalante from the L.O.D. Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently And deep as Greek mythology on level Z Theres six million ways to die And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit Meltin' crew down like synthetic acid Come half steppin' fession' through a section And get the midsection of your brain drain With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin' Outro: Yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. Yeah that's what we got for them niggas. Yo lets get on it get off it. L.O.D. we won't forfit. A-yo check it out. L.O.D. is the niggas man. A-yo put your money where your mouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin' dazie dukes and Reebok pumps nigga yeah, yeah. L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it's on

Undertake

Lash Out
Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day paradise Visit my disguise Stripped Unreal Across the tracks Head to tense steel Cracked by corrosion The car caught the future plan Dressed in cheap juvelry Waiting to get cut in three Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out the compassion In panic regret I refine my excrement A house is built A round my crucifiction It has doors at both ends To let the dead through I lay in the basement Bathing in my new blood Forcefed on classic peotry And trivialistic thrills A midsommer day The family gathers To enjoy the pain And to exterminate all escapes The distance is never too big To lifes frame Your freedom is your remote control The last nail in the coffin Fits me well It fits me well Society

To Follow Ones Shadow

Lash Out
Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day paradise Visit my disguise Stripped Unreal Across the tracks Head to tense steel Cracked by corrosion The car caught the future plan Dressed in cheap juvelry Waiting to get cut in three Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out the compassion In panic regret I refine my excrement A house is built A round my crucifiction It has doors at both ends To let the dead through I lay in the basement Bathing in my new blood Forcefed on classic peotry And trivialistic thrills A midsommer day The family gathers To enjoy the pain And to exterminate all escapes The distance is never too big To lifes frame Your freedom is your remote control The last nail in the coffin Fits me well It fits me well Society

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