Redman — Freestyle from Funk from Hell

Excuse me... Ha ha ha ha haaa Got the Chronic and shit, it's mixed with the bodies bags and shit Fun-Dac-Spoc comin’ down (Three times!) Huah! Yeah! Smoke the Chocolate Time where the Chronic meets the Ganja---ARGH... Word is Bond (Ma nigga Redman!) Smoke the Chocolate Time where the Chronics mix togetha Roll it up, roll it up Ma nigga D Down, roll it up! (One time...) Ma nigga D Rap, roll it up! (Two times...) Word is Bond (?) I'd be that jailed mothafucka comin' down with sex Mothafuckas I’d be burnin' just like wet Kotex If you wanna be me The MC, The R&E Next stop in this movie, guess what's starring? Me! You wanna check my resume? Yes! I'm that type of nigga that be breakin' your bitches' vertebrae I'm down with ma man Ron G, me and Keith'd be sippin’ on Dom P What you gonna do all you fake mothafuckas in the back? If you representin’ then, let me hear you gun clap One time up in the air if you just don't stop! It’s that Nemma commin' down, robbin' you for Ces crops! And Beatbop, real Hiphopers, wanna flock to this? You can't rock to this MC’s wanna test my steeze? I'd be puttin' holes in body like your body was cheddar cheese! Now subliminal criminals I'd be desmolishing, MCs be waxin' and polishin' their rhymes But I stay with the ruggedness, the toughness, the roughness and brokeness I'm comin' out tha freestyle straight out the brain, smokin' Buddha on the A Train Well I'd catch you to tha (One fifty fifth to safe nick and get a nick?) for 2 clips But I used to smoke Abulas, but now I'm just chillin' It's that nigga' I give ya'll tip ya feelin' If you wanna feel this read funk the 5 stacks commin' down tonight, get bitches that smack It they, wanna rob me for my cash, bitch you can kiss the back of my ass! Straight... And tell your moms to get me corn braze on my liquorous, hickorous, liquory dot I'm comin' down with the hip hop, rob your crews for Ces crops Comin' down and represent The Hip Hop! And Def Squad we don't hear nuttin', you can hear our shit bumpin' all the way out the Comptom And wax, blow your blocks comin' punk cock, stock, stack with raps Comin' with'em, I'd smack your raps, flip the script Is that nigga I flip keys if I flip a Benz, yess I got mad and crazy friends, we like to rob mothafuckas and stick suckers and jam like smuckers You wanna do? And I ran through your whole fuckin' crew just like the flu The Funk Docta' Spoc got shit lock, all you bitches can suck a bold of this, a tip of this cock I'd be the mellow-ous Jenness juice drinker, wanna get down? Used to thinka I turned your pinka', turned your blinka' If you wanna turn left If you wanna step to me Redman's past deaf I'm just seized, I'd slide in you without grease! Plus, I gettin' down lyrical bop bop bop bop... Down with ma man Ron, G wanna get down drinkin' Dom Pérignon? Bombing mothafuckas like in lived in Lebanon, said it! Wanna get down? USI un let it's cut back, gun straps Hit ya ass from tha back when I have to come in stacks Blow the whole frame off the train one time... I'd be that nigga flowing your brain and blowed your mind (...) up the stacks Represent the uptown connection, If you wanna get down I'd be bustin' in your section! Fuck that, Def Squad rappa' Zip Plus Redman is extra swift (Big Shack, Big Gene, ma nigga Stiff Ill, you know the deal...) (Hot shit, two thousand shit...) Enjoy!