文本歌词

Yeah 'bout to fly that knot
Redman Keith Murray
Erick sermon with the
Cosmic slop
And we all pack blocks
Word is bond word is bond
F**k around and get shot
As I flip skip to the beat
On wax and tax
I react with tons of macs
A ball and some jumping Jacks
Flying expert putting in work
No question cosmic funk and w**d session
Like Gangstarr step up it's hard to earn
But I change up the mode and blow up the globe
The bandit spitting dialect umm ummm
Catching wreck umm ummm
One two microphone check ummm
Attention passenger's
We're on a non-central Journey
To hell and beyond
Funkadelic drop the bomb
Boo-yaa
I'm that type of ni**a 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 weirdos
I hope my brain don't bust
Transform into a 7-11 slurping slush
It's the fly
My music will burn eyes
Twice the chemical of Clorox
Then I do an autapse on four cops
When my jaws drop ock I fidget my nuts a lot
Got the two blocks
With oops then bodies trace the chalk
I'm like an eclipse on a Friday the 13th
With black cats and Haley's comet
Blazing blunts in my driveway
Nostradamus predicted for you funk fiends
That def squad will get the f**king cream like Noxzema
For those that remember pics and Afros
It's on like that
Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em
Spaced out way out is what I'm talking about
In the cosmic slop of the ghetto
Zuzuzuzuzu zuzuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu
Zu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu
With amazing manifestations
I dictate to nations
More cosmic funk innovations in my creation
This cosmic sick mic cyclists
Mega segments be Sega like genesis
I orbits the solar system listening
Guzzling never sipping
Or slipping and sipping when the track is ripping
I gotcha brain cells bending and twisting
Man listen I give your whole crew an acid drenching
Just for mentioning going that route running yo mouth
You get your head smacked off towards down south
And your crew too will be spaced out
Way out no doubt y'all ni**as need to stop
And get with this cosmic slop
Cosmic slop cosmic slop
And now we program we program
Pop in the disk and who the hell is this