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epmd - head banger (remix) lyrics

[redman]
negroes!!!!!!!!

[hook]
roll with the hit squad
roll with the hit squad
parrish smith gettin’ wreck
roll with the hit squad

[verse 1: parrish smith]
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 h-ll with the b-tches 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 d-mn, 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

[hook]

[verse 2: erick sermon]
surprise, a man with the green eyed is workin’
but sounds makin’ danger, and black birds chirpin’
a real damian, 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 p-ss the philly, hit squad spark the blunt
i got the power, to ramshack 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 c-ssette? 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 e real deal
as taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger
cause i could be a head banger

[hook]

[verse 3: k-solo]
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 p-ssed cause i can make him my target
braggin’ em taggin’ em draggin’ em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
choose smith or -ssault over magnum (huh)
so back up off me, here’s a clip
for uzis and guns, and then you f-ggots 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 the steer shift and leave em empty
’cause they can’t go, who’s gonna roll with k-solo?
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

[hook]

[verse 4: redman]
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
sh-t that i kick backflip semi-full b-tch (yeah)
deduct and i dip then i switch
to an incredible n-gg- with a -nickle- 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 b-tch
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 alb-m i was hardcore
now i’m back to tear the frame out your -sscrack
’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
-ss kicked, n-gg-, 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 -ss, rockabye baby
the funkadelic devil hit your -ss with a level from the new school
and still holdin’ my jewels!

[hook 3x]

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