EPMD, K-Solo, Redman - Headbanger lyrics

Negroes!

The head banger, WHAT? The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin' wreck the head banger

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, five-sixty 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 MC stop and chill
And say HE'S ALL THAT hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad down
With the head banger

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

I'm the original rap criminal (yeahh)
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 parkin MC's like cars
And drivin' MC's 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'mma 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 outta here later and here's a finger
To all you non-movin' spectators

Surprise, niggaz!
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 good fella 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
Fuckin' 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 ya 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 assCRACK
'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!