Redman - Blow Your Mind

AHHHH!! Look out it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps who don't be knowin my name I tear the frame out ya punks I make ya slide make ya slip make ya want to backflip I get biz with the skit I DJ like Quik The topnotch of the block cause I carry a glock Only hot rocks I'm hot so give up the props My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA duck or get backed up Dispatcher: 'Red, get freaky to the rapture' So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two It's you, who? (AGA-AHHH! WWAAAAAH!) Redman with the Kung-Fu Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids Yo E (Whassup G?) Briiiiiidge! "Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind" (repeat 2X) I do the hustle like Russell, Rush the stage with Simmons Deadly venom, makes me Poison like Michael Bivins or a cobra, pop more pop, than Coca-Cola Next to Yoda I'm a Star at War, plus roller coaster I got my mind made up GURRRRL, come on and get it if you widdit troop Krush Groovin smooth as the lightning loops The kind of loops I sample from a James Brown group I give credit, cause I'm cautious, about lawsuits PsychoBetaP-Funk, got styles hard as tree trunks For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump with the fly human being, watch me freak it in Korean Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman Na bo da challan nom hana do upda ... ... Nah Duke, forget it I rip shop in hip-hop I get props my lip rocks The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track And press rewind if I haven't blown your mind ("REE-WIND!!" --> KRS-One) "Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind" "Press rewind if I.." HA-UHH, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff cause I cut your freakin eyes, **** Bruce Willis because I die rough It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the Funkadelic level, the P-Funk, the devil The spectular, Blackula, bust holes like Dracula Loaded of course, more Legend than Acura I'm swift, I like big spliffs so I tisk tisk a tasket Plus keep the glock in my basket I cough up a lung cause I freak it with the tongue cause I can 'Wax on! Wax off!' like Daniel-son Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey to the boogey to the boogey thanks to E cause he hooked me So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause I mack Framalama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from -- NEW JERZ It's the renegade rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode Yo, hold your breath while I explode!