Blow Your Mind

  • 2014.11.19
  • 3:54


Hit me, this is goin' down, what's goin' down? Yo, yo, yo, Reggie Noble, drop that beat in, hah Yeah, uh huh, uh huh, give it to me, give it to me Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps Who don't be knowin' my name, I tear the frame out ya punks I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik The topnotch of the block, 'cause I carry a glock Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props My style is hummin', comin' at ya, duck or get backed up Dispatcher, "Red, get freaky to the rapture" So come on, light the Buddha, check your honey while I scoop her The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two It's you, funky fresh in the flesh trail Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids Yo E, wassup G, bridge [Incomprehensible] Can I tear the roof off this mother, it's the funkdafied brother Then I laugh, because I burn you like backdraft So call the fire engine 'cause I'm flamin' up your buildin' One life to live, so the funk is in all my children 'Cause I can get wicked like the witches from Eastwick And freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit And crumble, my style is more flyer than brundle Fly from the fly part one to fly part two Psychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks For real punk, you got a blunt, light it 'cause I need one And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump With the fly human being, watch me freak it in Korean Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman Na bo da challan nom hana do upda Redman, my man I rip shop in hip-hop, I get props my lip rocks The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock Sit back, relax, let me rip to the funk track And press rewind if I haven't blown your mind [Incomprehensible] Let me get busy with the funky fly stuff 'Cause I cut your freakin' eyes, fuck Bruce Willis because I die rough It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the Funkadelic level The P-Funk, the Devil, the spectacular, Blackula, bust holes like Dracula Loaded of course, more legend than Acura I'm swift, I like big spliffs so I tisk tisk a tasket Plus keep the glock in my basket I cough up a lung 'cause I freak it with the tongue 'Cause I can wax on, wax off like Daniel-son Do the yea yea, boogey say up, jump the boogey To the boogey, to the boogey, thanks to E 'cause he hooked me So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, 'cause I mack Framalama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from New Jerz It's the renegade rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode Yo, hold your breath while I explode