Head Banger

Negro The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) Better sniff this rack Ka-rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots of the maniac Dressed in black, carry round a strap, 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 hell with the bitches and the so-called fame Strictly biz to hard kid (yeah) as I climb charts, bustin' ass daily As I compose like Mozart, just stand, say you're mad (damn) Why him? Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz I'm sick and 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 The head banger (yeah) The head banger (yeah) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) Erick Sermon break it down Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been 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 pass the Philly, hit squad spark the blunt I got the power to ram shack a stadium wubba, wubba Even Judy Brown the Palladium Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (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 cassette, 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, rough crackin' my steel Plus I'm goin' to court, make my own appeal as taught as a kid Or told, never talk to a stranger 'cause I could be a head banger The head banger (yeah) The head banger (yeah) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger (what?) The head banger, K-Solo I'm the original rap criminal, yeah, my shots, spell spray Duck leaves my trigger finger digital My gun'll make men admit things you did when I get mad and pissed 'Cause I can make him my target Draggin' 'em, taggin' 'em draggin' 'em, mad hollow-point, rhymes in my mic Choose Smith or assault over Magnum So back up off me, here's a clip for Uzis and guns And then you faggots 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 steering shift and leave 'em empty 'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck 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 The head banger (woo) The head banger (woo) The head banger (what?) The head banger (woo) The head banger (hit squad) The head banger, hit the head banger Yo Redman get down Surprise niggas, 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 funk-to-the-delic with the irrelevant Shit that I kick backflips any four bitch, yeah Deduct and I dip then I switch to an incredible nigga With a nickle nine on the hip I always got played by a honey dip but now I'm on the money tip So now I call the honey dip honey bitch 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 album I was Hardcore Now I'm back to tear the frame out your ass (crack) 'Cause I get wreck with the Tec, with the blunt or Moët And what you see is what you get And what you're getting' is your ass kicked, nigga 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 'cause I freak the styles crazy, lullaby your stupid ass (rockabye baby) The funkadelic devil hit your ass With a level from the new school and still holdin' my jewels The head banger, com'on The head banger, ahh The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger Head crack, head crack The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger The head banger Head crack, head crack