Redman - Muddy Waters

Da Ill Out Lyrics

by Redman
Album: Muddy Waters (1996)



[erick sermon]
Yo reggie, imout

[jamal]
T-ree f squad
Muddy waters
Dont get it twisted... nigga

[redman]
Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
Fuck such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the week like I made knee deep
Hold up! rotate around the solar, badder than cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps folgers
Im sauteein mcs with fried rice up in the wok
Without the msg and chopped celery
See, I made it, my flavor situated
From the nickel plated mic thats hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, Im thick like quakers on papers
Bodacious mcs get turned to lower cases
Lettering, and the medicine, that Im swallowin
Get you hollerin, like marvin gaye when his father shot him
In the chest, I roll with two stacks of tecs
And mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your rest
Uhh! mister fantastics crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When Im blasted, my method magics get drastic
That you cant see with bifocals
Watchin mcs go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills thats milk
Thats rougher than jeans that gloria vander-bilt
Im poppin mad shit, plus I can back it
Your manll be like yo, get that dust off yo jacket

[keith murray]
It aint a test or quiz that my squad cant win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz
Yall digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
And I copycat kill the rest, with no method to my madness
Plus the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet
Yall get attached, like a blood-suckin leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
Cast to the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers, is what l.o.d. goes after
To my squad, theres no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all flavor s-classes
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the act
A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger
Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up

[jamal]
Muddy waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for reggie noble
Fuck with me doe, mally g doe its not logic
Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic
Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline
Its major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down
Nows the time here yeah

[erick sermon]
Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot

[jamal]
Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin
Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic
Play your cards god, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, shit is trife
On these evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day, this whole shits twisted (is it man)
Its me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and mally g
Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a g
Hopin to ride in the, industry with e
The villains had it cause ahead (word up yeah)
Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)

[erick sermon]
Yall know, uhh, yeah, muddy waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace


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