Redman - Noorotic Lyrics
Yall mother*****ers buckle yall mother*****in seatbeltsIf you need to get high, theres a mask and shit in the overhead compartmentI cant tell yall what the weathers like cuz my radios *****ed upAnd if we should experience any type of motor difficultyDont panic, take one more hit off the oxygen maskCalmly put your hands between your legsAnd kiss your black ass goodbye!!Im swift like a mother*****in gift for christmasWhen I send my vapors off like halls menthalyptusMy verbs and nouns shatter walls of undergroundLet me be blunt: I like crackin brews with *****esThe ninety-four era I cause terror, whateverRainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellasMy guns cruise, tennis shoes, whats happeninI got clapped on, now Im the one doin the clappinIm flexi wit da tec like artifacts make memorexBlow tape decks when Im more strapped than latexFelt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatchesYo yo that nigga red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitchesWoo! I just dont give a *****I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemiaTravel around my curse universeIm droppin 98.7 degrees down to red alertDroppin the slang, Ill bust your brains with the real shitCome hit my blunt so I can make yall feel itAbuse niggaz verbally so call dyfusIm a warrior, to the heart, but I didnt kill cyrusNoorotic, my style format rocks the projectI get as ill as chief of police on narcoticGive me a time and Ill free your mind and lick yourFunky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosingNow whos that nigga that got your crew bellin?Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like van halenIm in the world, with jacobs ladderIm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthmaThey attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actuallyThey got factories with little dolls named after meBut its no question my funk segment leave the whole atmospherePressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterinNewark new jerseys what I representIiiiiiiyiiiihhhhhMy brain be zoned and I phoned home to ets homeAnd to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome inWhattup to prince street, avon ave I roll a spliff withFat to be passed through bedrock and diamond districtSo what the ***** I got clapped on for my truckThen I laughed cause ***** the cash I just wanted my tape bagFantastic fabulous my shit is fat shitThe bomb like elway throw bombs on john madden***** that, lets get to the point, my shits the joint, I roastMother*****ers from the east coast to the west coast to your breakfastVoltage, I got funk for days by the bucketsPpp packs a bunch of wild mother*****ersHold hold hold, wait wait waitLet me school this *****Yo ***** my shit is tight, can any mc do this*sounds of sex*And come back on the mic?I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spotsOn blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshotsTalkin shit about me when Im drivin by slowlySayin Im this and that when half yall punks dont even know meNow just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the backAnd let your moms give me cornrows on my crackCause Im nasty like that
