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Redman
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| It's Like That (My Big Brother)
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Due to technical difficulties beyond our control
Reggie Noble stinkin ass will not be performin with us tonight
Erick Sermon,keep keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon,Redman,keep keep it on
K-Solo,Keith Murray, keep keep it on
keep keep on, you dont stop
keep keep it on N you dont stop
keep keep it on N you dont stop
K-Solo, Redman, you dont stop
Erick Sermon, Keith Murray, you dont stop
I Xd tha amateur, damage ya
Have fools jumpin off cliffs, grabbin their ass cheeks
Yellin "Geronimo!"
It aint a problem at all when K solve
360 degrees rhymes on boulevards are charged
By my entourage who put the ram in dodge
Boss cloth in bumba cloth
Maintain few remain in the game
So I remain focused N pops tha main aim
Well its the Funk Doctor Spot, the pawn cock lyricist
My mentalitys so deaf, yo, I aint even hearin this shit
Biscuits be cockin back when I be comin
I guess they heard how I be takin emcees out by the hundreds
Wanted for 2 million N a body alone
N use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist still trippin, thinkin
What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us
Sprayed a few, shanked a few rap crews say the same too
But cant hang 2 like we do
Fuck them, they better bow slow
This rhyme will cold hit em real quick cuz Im K-Solo
Battle any dude this retifuge Ima cruise
See what the better vet could do
To you undouche
You three groups, four punks at a time
I box 2 N knock em out at the drop of a dime
Yo,
The long-faced murdera
Servin over 2 billion mothafuckaz
A day like Mickey Ds circula
Workin a shifty hour like a burgula
My crew herbin ya like we never even heard o ya
Odds are evens that Ima be the one creepin
My new niggaz check the flows of the major deacon
The bazaar, the rap non-superstar
When I step up I pump volume like raaawwww
My afro blows in 360 degrees
So this makes me the light skinned Richard Roundtree
Vocabularys very loquacious
N precarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary
Fly words that we flip on the M-I-K-E mic
My crew be like this styles hype
Wrongs the opposite forget the bullsh...
To rhyme like the K-Solo you need more than a soul, kid
Come closer, while I lock it down like Im supposed ta
You battle me, you won, you might of,but then you woke up
My turbulence will make peanut butter chunk up
Call me tha Brick City (slash) Stock Cock Broker
Yall niggaz is fools, playin with hood rules
You couldnt total my amount if you sung "I Missed You"
Dissed you, dismissed you, yeah I fixed you
Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through...
keep keep it on
keep keep it on
keep keep it on
keep keep it on
keep keep it on
(Yo what we doin,son?)
Knockin niggaz the fuck ooouuut!
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