Head Banger

[Intro: Redman] Negroes! [Chorus] The head banger, what?! The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger [Verse 1: Parrish Smith] Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots Of the maniac, dressed in black, alright I'm strapped Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, pow!) 'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh) Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts Bustin' heads daily as I compose like Mozart Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him? ZL1 Targa, 56 Benz I'm sinking mad deep no shorts and no sleep I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my target The Bozack, I rip up flows that Make an emcee stop and chill and say he's all that! Hardcore no R&B singer Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger [Chorus] The head banger (What!?) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Surprise! You wonder where I've been, I've been workin' But sounds makin' danger and black birds chirpin' A real Damien, Omen possessed by the Devil You dig the rhythm and I'll play the Runnin' Rebel! Changed my style, so I can freak the funk Yo pass the Philly, Hit Squad spark the blunt I got the power, to ransack a stadium Wubba Wubba, even Julie Brown at the Palladium Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah) Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior EPMD, yo! Is in this to win this A brand new LP so Mind Your Business! No jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully You wanna buy the cassette? Stop by Sam Goody (Yo, where's my hoodie?) I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers Walk like an Egyptian, but packin' my steel Plus I'm goin' to court, make my own appeal As taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger! 'Cause I could be a head banger [Chorus] The head banger (What!?) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger [Verse 3: K-Solo] I'm the original rap criminal (Yeah!) My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck means my trigger finger DIGITAL My gun’ll make men admit, they should dip when I get mad And pissed cause I can make him my TARGET Braggin' em taggin' em draggin' em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (Huh) So back up off me, here's a clip For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna off me! I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield More rhymes than music's, my solution Subscribers of my style here's a contribution Let's say you want a shovel layer parking emcees like cars And drivin' emcees away Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me I break this gear shift and leave 'em empty 'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a ho tow truck To come tow truck your weak side show Back on the scene is the incredible one man team When I get mad I turn green The Fugitive's gone, peace, I'm out of here, later And here's a finger, to all you non-movin' spectators [Chorus] The head banger (What?!) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger (Redman's in the house) [Verse 4: Redman] Surprise, niggas! The original P-Funk funks you up I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the new cut! Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me A goodfella but still rugged like Joe Pesci My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant Shit that I kick backflip semi-full bitch (Yeah) Deduct and I dip then I switch To an incredible nigga with a *nickel* nine on the hip I always got played by a honeyDIP But now I'm on the money tip so now I call the honeydip honey bitch And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah) I Rock you like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore Now I'm back to tear the frame out your ass crack! 'Cause I get wreck with the TEC, with the blunt or Moet And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin' is your ass kicked, nigga Hit you with the funkdafied figure Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk! Yes, the Redman that's what they call me Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy Like AAIEEAHAAA, 'cause I freak the styles crazy Lullaby your stupid ass, rockabye baby The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school And still holdin' my jewels! [Chorus] The head banger (What?!) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger The head banger (What?!) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger The head banger (What?!) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin' wreck The head banger