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don't bust\n[01:20.22] Transform into a 7-11 slurpie slush\n[01:23.06] It's the fly, my music will burn eyes\n[01:25.42] Twice the chemical of Clorox\n[01:26.70] Then I do an autopse on four cops\n[01:28.78] When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot\n[01:31.45] Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk\n[01:34.21] I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th\n[01:36.87] With black cats and Haley's comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway\n[01:39.96] Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends\n[01:42.41] That def squad will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, Geyeah\n[01:48.43] For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)\n[01:51.03] Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em\n[01:53.61] Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about\n[01:56.49] In the cosmic slop of the ghetto\n[01:59.14] Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu\n[02:04.71] Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu\n[02:10.22] With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations\n[02:13.86] More cosmic 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stop\n start_ms: 160910\n end_ms: 163890\n- text: And get with this cosmic slop\n start_ms: 163890\n end_ms: 167070\n- text: (Cosmic slop, cosmic slop)\n start_ms: 167070\n end_ms: 169530\n- text: And now, we program, we program\n start_ms: 169530\n end_ms: 173170\n- text: Pop in the disk and who the hell is this\n start_ms: 173170\nplain: |-\n Yeah, bout to fly that knot\n Redman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slop\n And we all pack glocks\n Word is bond, word is bond\n Fuck around and get shot\n As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax\n I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks\n Flyin' expert, puttin' in work\n No question, cosmic funk and weed session\n Like Gang Starr, step up, it's hard to earn\n But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe\n The bandit, spittin' dialect umm (umm)\n Catchin' wreck umm (umm)\n One two microphone check (umm)\n Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey\n To hell and beyond\n Funkadelic drop the bomb!\n Boo-yaa!\n I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya\n My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers\n My flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the river\n Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust\n I'm spaced out, I lost my mind on cloud 19\n Visine for eyes, when I blow alpines\n Dial 9, 0-0, for the hero of the wierdos\n I hope my brain don't bust\n Transform into a 7-11 slurpie slush\n It's the fly, my music will burn eyes\n Twice the chemical of Clorox\n Then I do an autopse on four cops\n When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot\n Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk\n I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th\n With black cats and Haley's comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway\n Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends\n That def squad will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, Geyeah\n For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)\n Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em\n Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about\n In the cosmic slop of the ghetto\n Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu\n Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu\n With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations\n More cosmic funk innovations in my creation\n This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst\n Mega segments, be sega, like genesis\n I orbits the solar system, listenin'\n Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the track is rippin'\n I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin'\n Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchin'\n Just for mentionin', goin' that route, runnin' yo mouth\n You get your head smacked off towards down south\n And your crew too will be spaced out\n Way out, no doubt, y'all niggas need to stop\n And get with this cosmic slop\n (Cosmic slop, cosmic slop)\n And now, we program, we program\n Pop in the disk and who the hell is this\n"}]