Intro: Keith Murray



Yeah, bout to fly that knot

Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop

And we all pack glocks

Word is Bond, word is bond

Fuck around and get shot



Verse One: E Double



As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax

I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks

Flyin expert, puttin in work

No question, cosmic funk and weed session

Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn

But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe

The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM)

Catchin wreck umm (UMMM)

One two micraphone check (UMMM)



Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey

To Hell and beyond

FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!!



Verse Two: Redman



Boo-yaa!

I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya

My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers

My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river

Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust

I'm spaced out, I LOST MY MIND ON CLOUD 19

VISINE FOR EYES, when I blow Alpines

Dial 9, 0-0, For the hero of the wierdos

I hope my brain don't bust

Transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush

IT'S THE FLY, My music will burn eyes

Twice the chemical of Clorox

Then I do an autopse on four cops

When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot

Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk

I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th

With black cats and Haley's Comet, blazin blunts in my driveway

Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends

That Def Squad will get the fuckin cream like Noxem...geyeah



For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)

Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some g