Redman - Cosmic Slop Lyrics
Intro: keith murrayYeah, bout to fly that knotRedman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slopAnd we all pack glocksWord is bond, word is bond***** around and get shotVerse one: e doubleAs I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and taxI react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacksFlyin expert, puttin in workNo question, cosmic funk and weed sessionLike gangstarr, step up, its hard to earnBut I change up the mode, and blow up the globeThe bandit, spittin dialect umm (ummm)Catchin wreck umm (ummm)One two micraphone check (ummm)Attention passengers were on a non-central journeyTo hell and beyondFunkadelic drop the bomb!!Verse two: redmanBoo-yaa!Im that type of nigga to give it to yaMy cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuversMy flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the riverThen I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lustIm spaced out, I lost my mind on cloud 19Visine for eyes, when I blow alpinesDial 9, 0-0, for the hero of the wierdosI hope my brain dont bustTransform into a 7-11 slurpie slushIts the fly, my music will burn eyesTwice the chemical of cloroxThen I do an autopse on four copsWhen my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alotGot the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalkIm like an eclipse on a friday, the 13thWith black cats and haleys comet, blazin blunts in my drivewayNostradamus predicted, for you funk fiendsThat def squad will get the *****in cream like noxem...geyeahFor those that remember pics and afros (its on like that)Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got emSpaced out, way out, is what Im talkin aboutIn the cosmic slop of the ghettoZuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzuZu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzuVerse three: keith murrayWith amazing manifestations, I dictate to nationsMore cosmic funk innovations in my creationThis cosmic sick mic cylcicystMega segments, be sega, like genesisI orbits the solar system, listeninGuzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippinI gotcha brain cells bendin and twistinMan listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchinJust for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouthYou get your head smacked off towards down southAnd your crew too will be spaced outWay out, no doubt, yall niggaz need to stopAnd get with this cosmic slop(cosmic slop, cosmic slop)And now, we program, we programPop in the disk and who the hell is this?
