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so when i?(pit)?\npack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\nfe fi fo fum funky to floor a\nfuck a freak, words before play\nquickly, quiet is kept, never quack\non a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\na monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\na madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\nbullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\nbread and butter, break beast to bam bam\njump off the jim before i jack my johnson\ni jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\nget a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\ncan you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\nyes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\nmy afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\nknown as i live large, life will be luxury\nladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\nnasty nigga, competition is none\nfrom newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\nshit, rap is still when i'm stroking\nsmoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\ncool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea\ncut like chuckie, plus style it top d\nsuper mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\nhold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] (chorus)\n[00:01.65] hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)\n[00:13.91] (pmd)\n[00:16.27] When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air\n[00:18.22] some say it's chill, new york throw chairs\n[00:19.39] the punk funk sound to make a sane man flip\n[00:20.83] girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip\n[00:21.92] low to avoid the caps and blows\n[00:22.87] by the gangbanners at the b-boy shows\n[00:23.79] wit the cops trying to control the crowd\n[00:25.30] but they can't, systems crank \"so what'cha saying\"'s pumping loud\n[00:27.31] blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am\n[00:28.92] brothers licking off like the son of sam and\n[00:31.92] the bass continues to thump\n[00:33.70] some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks\n[00:35.39] hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched\n[00:36.56] brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps\n[00:38.26] and on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout\n[00:39.85] \"niggas, niggas\", yea, cold turn the party out\n[00:41.61] Chorus\n[00:42.67] (e double)\n[00:43.31] Rap combat squares sat and i attack\n[00:44.52] any crab mc that's down wit the wack\n[00:45.84] and i wreck and if i can not snap a neck\n[00:46.84] throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech\n[00:47.81] i'm terror, new edition to rap era\n[00:48.65] i can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever\n[00:49.68] i'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius\n[00:50.43] i'm equip wit the thinking cap they call?(keenison)?\n[00:51.26] yo, wit that, i can break fool\n[00:52.05] especially when the posse is thick and got tools\n[00:53.29] make me feel good 'cause they got steel\n[00:54.52] no blasters or cap guns son, the real deal\n[00:55.96] k-a, microphone wrecker e-d\n[00:57.37] the o, the u, the b, the l to the e\n[00:58.95] rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\n[01:00.26] my name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip\n[01:02.10] i'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn\n[01:03.77] mess wit me and get your manhood token\n[01:05.33] Chorus\n[01:06.20] (redman)\n[01:06.97] I got it going on,?(sister muck)?, next to flex\n[01:08.55] you bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\n[01:11.32] i catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit\n[01:12.60] and my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\n[01:13.55] redman ready to rock ruff rhymes\n[01:14.41] renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\n[01:15.57] punk push a pin in?(pilt)? 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so when i?(pit)?\n  pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\n  fe fi fo fum funky to floor a\n  fuck a freak, words before play\n  quickly, quiet is kept, never quack\n  on a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\n  a monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\n  a madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\n  bullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\n  bread and butter, break beast to bam bam\n  jump off the jim before i jack my johnson\n  i jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\n  get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\n  can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\n  yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\n  my afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\n  known as i live large, life will be luxury\n  ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\n  nasty nigga, competition is none\n  from newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\n  shit, rap is still when i'm stroking\n  smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\n  cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea\n  cut like chuckie, plus style it top d\n  super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\n  hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":1296591,"name":"Hardcore","trackName":"Hardcore","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whut? 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so when i?(pit)?\n  Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\n  Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a\n  Fuck a freak, words before play\n  Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack\n  On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\n  A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\n  A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\n  Bullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\n  Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam\n  Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson\n  I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\n  Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\n  Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\n  Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\n  My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\n  Known as i live large, life will be luxury\n  Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\n  Nasty nigga, competition is none\n  From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\n  Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking\n  Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\n  Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea\n  Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d\n  Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\n  Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":606317,"name":"Hardcore","trackName":"Hardcore","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whut? 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fire without no caps\nAnd on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout\n\"Niggas, niggas\", yea, cold turn the party out\nChorus\n(E double)\nRap combat squares sat and i attack\nAny crab mc that's down wit the wack\nAnd i wreck and if i can not snap a neck\nThrow a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech\nI'm terror, new edition to rap era\nI can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever\nI'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius\nI'm equip wit the thinking cap they call?(keenison)?\nYo, wit that, i can break fool\nEspecially when the posse is thick and got tools\nMake me feel good 'cause they got steel\nNo blasters or cap guns son, the real deal\nK-a, microphone wrecker e-d\nThe o, the u, the b, the l to the e\nRocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\nMy name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip\nI'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn\nMess wit me and get your manhood token\nChorus\n(Redman)\nI got it going on,?(sister muck)?, next to flex\nYou bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\nI catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit\nAnd my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\nRedman ready to rock ruff rhymes\nRenegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\nPunk push a pin in?(pilt)? so when i?(pit)?\nPack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\nFe fi fo fum funky to floor a\nFuck a freak, words before play\nQuickly, quiet is kept, never quack\nOn a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\nA monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\nA madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\nBullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\nBread and butter, break beast to bam bam\nJump off the jim before i jack my johnson\nI jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\nGet a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\nCan you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\nYes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\nMy afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\nKnown as i live large, life will be luxury\nLadies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\nNasty nigga, competition is none\nFrom newark, new 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The o, the u, the b, the l to the e\n  Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\n  My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip\n  I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn\n  Mess wit me and get your manhood token\n  Chorus\n  (Redman)\n  I got it going on,?(sister muck)?, next to flex\n  You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\n  I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit\n  And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\n  Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes\n  Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\n  Punk push a pin in?(pilt)? so when i?(pit)?\n  Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\n  Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a\n  Fuck a freak, words before play\n  Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack\n  On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\n  A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\n  A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\n  Bullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\n  Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam\n  Jump off the jim before i jack 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(keenison)?\nYo, wit that, I can break fool\nEspecially when the posse is thick and got tools\nMake me feel good 'cause they got steel\nNo blasters or cap guns son, the real deal\nK-a, microphone wrecker e-d\nThe o, the u, the b, the l to the e\nRocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\nMy name is erick sermon now want some and I'll flip\nI'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like brooklyn\nMess wit me and get your manhood token\n\nChorus\n\n(redman)\n\nI got it going on,? (sister muck)?, next to flex\nYou bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\nI catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit\nAnd my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\nRedman ready to rock ruff rhymes\nRenegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\nPunk push a pin in? (pilt)? so when I? (pit)?\nPack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\nFe fi fo fum funky to floor a\nFuck a freak, words before play\nQuickly, quiet is kept, never quack\nOn a q-tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback\nA monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\nA madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\nBullets? 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(keenison)?\nYo, wit that, I can break fool\nEspecially when the posse is thick and got tools\nMake me feel good 'cause they got steel\nNo blasters or cap guns son, the real deal\nK-a, microphone wrecker e-d\nThe o, the u, the b, the l to the e\nRocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\nMy name is erick sermon now want some and I'll flip\nI'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like brooklyn\nMess wit me and get your manhood token\n\nChorus\n\n(redman)\n\nI got it going on,? (sister muck)?, next to flex\nYou bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\nI catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit\nAnd my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\nRedman ready to rock ruff rhymes\nRenegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\nPunk push a pin in? (pilt)? so when I? (pit)?\nPack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\nFe fi fo fum funky to floor a\nFuck a freak, words before play\nQuickly, quiet is kept, never quack\nOn a q-tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback\nA monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\nA madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\nBullets? (brobab)? brother back to back I slam\nBread and butter, break beast to bam bam\nJump off the jim before I jack my johnson\nI jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\nGet a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon\nCan you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums\nYes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro\nMy afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\nKnown as I live large, life will be luxury\nLadies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\nNasty nigga, competition is none\nFrom newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\nShit, rap is still when I'm stroking\nSmoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\nCool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea\nCut like chuckie, plus style it top d\nSuper mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\nHold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardcore (feat. 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(keenison)?\n  Yo, wit that, I can break fool\n  Especially when the posse is thick and got tools\n  Make me feel good 'cause they got steel\n  No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal\n  K-a, microphone wrecker e-d\n  The o, the u, the b, the l to the e\n  Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\n  My name is erick sermon now want some and I'll flip\n  I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like brooklyn\n  Mess wit me and get your manhood token\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (redman)\n\n  I got it going on,? (sister muck)?, next to flex\n  You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\n  I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit\n  And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\n  Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes\n  Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\n  Punk push a pin in? (pilt)? so when I? (pit)?\n  Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\n  Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a\n  Fuck a freak, words before play\n  Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack\n  On a q-tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback\n  A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\n  A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\n  Bullets? (brobab)? brother back to back I slam\n  Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam\n  Jump off the jim before I jack my johnson\n  I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\n  Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon\n  Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums\n  Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro\n  My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\n  Known as I live large, life will be luxury\n  Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\n  Nasty nigga, competition is none\n  From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\n  Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking\n  Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\n  Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea\n  Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d\n  Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\n  Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":22761768,"name":"Blow Your Mind","trackName":"Blow Your Mind","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Def Jam's Greatest Hits: Hardcore","duration":199.24,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"* See the remix for the full korean verse + translation\n\nAhhhh! look out it's the funkadelic funk for chumps\nWho don't be knowin my name i tear the frame out ya punks\nI make ya slide make ya slip make ya wanna backflip\nI get biz with the skit i dj like quik\nThe topnotch of the block cause i carry a glock\nOnly hot rocks i'm hot so give up the props\nMy style is hummin cummin atcha duck or get backed up\nDispatcher: 'red, get freaky to the rapture'\nSo come on light the buddha check your honey while i scoop her\nThe soopafly, jimmy fly snooka rips the roof off\nThen hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two\nIt's you, who? (aga-ahhh! wwaaaaah!) redman with the kung-fu\nCome on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck\nHit women like madonna all the way down to smurfette\nBut first get your tables i roast your whole record label kids\nYo e (whassup g?) briiiiiidge!\n\n\"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\" (repeat 2x)\n\nI do the hustle like russell, rush the stage with simmons\nDeadly venom, makes me poison like michael bivins\nOr a cobra, pop more pop, than coca-cola\nNext to yoda i'm a star at war, plus roller coaster\nI got my mind made up gurrrrl, come on and get it if you widdit troop\nKrush groovin smooth as the lightning loops\nThe kind of loops i sample from a james brown group\nI give credit, cause i'm cautious, about lawsuits\nPsychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks\nFor real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause i need one\nAnd get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump\nWith the fly human being, watch me freak it in korean\n\nChu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara\nNu gu nya nada na na nun redman\nNa bo da challan nom hana do upda ...\n... nah duke, forget it\n\nI rip shop in hip-hop i get props my lip rocks\nThe rap stuff's more spooky than movies from hitchcock\nSit back relax let me rip to the funk track\nAnd press rewind if i haven't blown your mind (\"ree-wind!\" --> krs-one)\n\n\"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"\n\"Press rewind if i.\"\n\nHa-uhh, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff\nCause i cut your freakin eyes, fuck bruce willis because i die rough\nIt's the funkadelic redman and i hit ya with the\nFunkadelic level, the p-funk, the devil\nThe spectular, blackula, bust holes like dracula\nLoaded of course, more legend than acura\nI'm swift, i like big spliffs so i tisk tisk a tasket\nPlus keep the glock in my basket\nI cough up a lung cause i freak it with the tongue\nCause i can 'wax on! wax off!' like daniel-son\nDo the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey\nTo the boogey to the boogey thanks to e cause he hooked me\nSo fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause i mack\nFramalama, plus i kick the grammar, straight from -- new jerz\nIt's the renegade rap redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode\nYo, hold your breath while i explode!\n\n\"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"\n\"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.98] * See the remix for the full korean verse + translation\n[00:21.63] Ahhhh! look out it's the funkadelic funk for chumps\n[00:23.46] Who don't be knowin my name i tear the frame out ya punks\n[00:26.20] I make ya slide make ya slip make ya wanna backflip\n[00:28.97] I get biz with the skit i dj like quik\n[00:30.78] The topnotch of the block cause i carry a glock\n[00:33.41] Only hot rocks i'm hot so give up the props\n[00:36.18] My style is hummin cummin atcha duck or get backed up\n[00:38.81] Dispatcher: 'red, get freaky to the rapture'\n[00:41.55] So come on light the buddha check your honey while i scoop her\n[00:43.34] The soopafly, jimmy fly snooka rips the roof off\n[00:46.05] Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two\n[00:48.77] It's you, who? (aga-ahhh! wwaaaaah!) redman with the kung-fu\n[00:51.57] Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck\n[00:53.34] Hit women like madonna all the way down to smurfette\n[00:56.07] But first get your tables i roast your whole record label kids\n[00:58.77] Yo e (whassup g?) briiiiiidge!\n[01:01.48] \"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\" (repeat 2x)\n[01:21.34] I do the hustle like russell, rush the stage with simmons\n[01:24.03] Deadly venom, makes me poison like michael bivins\n[01:25.88] Or a cobra, pop more pop, than coca-cola\n[01:28.56] Next to yoda i'm a star at war, plus roller coaster\n[01:31.22] I got my mind made up gurrrrl, come on and get it if you widdit troop\n[01:34.87] Krush groovin smooth as the lightning loops\n[01:36.62] The kind of loops i sample from a james brown group\n[01:38.46] I give credit, cause i'm cautious, about lawsuits\n[01:41.20] Psychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks\n[01:43.97] For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause i need one\n[01:46.63] And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump\n[01:48.46] With the fly human being, watch me freak it in korean\n[01:51.16] Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara\n[01:53.81] Nu gu nya nada na na nun redman\n[01:55.69] Na bo da challan nom hana do upda ...\n[01:59.23] ... nah duke, forget it\n[02:01.92] I rip shop in hip-hop i get props my lip rocks\n[02:03.77] The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from hitchcock\n[02:06.42] Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track\n[02:08.33] And press rewind if i haven't blown your mind (\"ree-wind!\" --> krs-one)\n[02:11.94] \"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"\n[02:30.03] \"Press rewind if i.\"\n[02:30.99] Ha-uhh, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff\n[02:32.70] Cause i cut your freakin eyes, fuck bruce willis because i die rough\n[02:36.39] It's the funkadelic redman and i hit ya with the\n[02:39.06] Funkadelic level, the p-funk, the devil\n[02:40.86] The spectular, blackula, bust holes like dracula\n[02:44.43] Loaded of course, more legend than acura\n[02:46.24] I'm swift, i like big spliffs so i tisk tisk a tasket\n[02:48.94] Plus keep the glock in my basket\n[02:51.62] I cough up a lung cause i freak it with the tongue\n[02:53.47] Cause i can 'wax on! wax off!' like daniel-son\n[02:56.18] Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey\n[02:58.90] To the boogey to the boogey thanks to e cause he hooked me\n[03:01.64] So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause i mack\n[03:03.40] Framalama, plus i kick the grammar, straight from -- new jerz\n[03:06.17] It's the renegade rap redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode\n[03:08.86] Yo, hold your breath while i explode!\n[03:12.47] \"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"\n[03:31.87] \"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"\n[03:52.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blow Your Mind\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 'Def Jam''s Greatest Hits: Hardcore'\n  duration_ms: 199240\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '* See the remix for the full korean verse + translation'\n  start_ms: 18980\n  end_ms: 21630\n- text: Ahhhh! look out it's the funkadelic funk for chumps\n  start_ms: 21630\n  end_ms: 23460\n- text: Who don't be knowin my name i tear the frame out ya punks\n  start_ms: 23460\n  end_ms: 26200\n- text: I make ya slide make ya slip make ya wanna backflip\n  start_ms: 26200\n  end_ms: 28970\n- text: I get biz with the skit i dj like quik\n  start_ms: 28970\n  end_ms: 30780\n- text: The topnotch of the block cause i carry a glock\n  start_ms: 30780\n  end_ms: 33410\n- text: Only hot rocks i'm hot so give up the props\n  start_ms: 33410\n  end_ms: 36180\n- text: My style is hummin cummin atcha duck or get backed up\n  start_ms: 36180\n  end_ms: 38810\n- text: 'Dispatcher: ''red, get freaky to the rapture'''\n  start_ms: 38810\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: So come on light the buddha check your honey while i scoop her\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 43340\n- text: The soopafly, jimmy fly snooka rips the roof off\n  start_ms: 43340\n  end_ms: 46050\n- text: Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two\n  start_ms: 46050\n  end_ms: 48770\n- text: It's you, who? 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(aga-ahhh! wwaaaaah!) redman with the kung-fu\n  Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck\n  Hit women like madonna all the way down to smurfette\n  But first get your tables i roast your whole record label kids\n  Yo e (whassup g?) briiiiiidge!\n\n  \"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\" (repeat 2x)\n\n  I do the hustle like russell, rush the stage with simmons\n  Deadly venom, makes me poison like michael bivins\n  Or a cobra, pop more pop, than coca-cola\n  Next to yoda i'm a star at war, plus roller coaster\n  I got my mind made up gurrrrl, come on and get it if you widdit troop\n  Krush groovin smooth as the lightning loops\n  The kind of loops i sample from a james brown group\n  I give credit, cause i'm cautious, about lawsuits\n  Psychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks\n  For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause i need one\n  And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump\n  With the fly human being, watch me freak it in korean\n\n  Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara\n  Nu gu nya nada na na nun redman\n  Na bo da challan nom hana do upda ...\n  ... nah duke, forget it\n\n  I rip shop in hip-hop i get props my lip rocks\n  The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from hitchcock\n  Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track\n  And press rewind if i haven't blown your mind (\"ree-wind!\" --> krs-one)\n\n  \"Press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\"\n  \"Press rewind if i.\"\n\n  Ha-uhh, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff\n  Cause i cut your freakin eyes, fuck bruce willis because i die rough\n  It's the funkadelic redman and i hit ya with the\n  Funkadelic level, the p-funk, the devil\n  The spectular, blackula, bust holes like dracula\n  Loaded of course, more legend than acura\n  I'm swift, i like big spliffs so i tisk tisk a tasket\n  Plus keep the glock in my basket\n  I cough up a lung cause i freak it with the tongue\n  Cause i can 'wax on! wax off!' like daniel-son\n  Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the 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bitch, nasty\nBush bear, booga breath bitch\nNasty, talk to your tits bitch\nWith them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\nTurned up shoes havin' ass\nLemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n\nYou wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze\n'Cause the lyrics and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese\nFuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip\nLike Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick\n\nBut tonight's the night what I write tonight\nThis type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's\nHanging out with my niggas, my niggas\nThe Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers\n\nI keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway\nBlunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday\nRoll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise\n'Cause we can do that black, so \"Get the Bozack\", Jack\n\nRemember, I do the type of evil that men do\nLike cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too\nSo, turn the volume up a notch\nAnd watch the 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(whassup g?) briiiiiidge!\n\nLook out. ahhhhh!\n\nCan i tear the roof off this mother? it's the funkdafied brother\nThen i laugh, because i burn ya like _backdraft_\nSo call the fire engine cause i'm flamin up your buildin\n_One life to live_ so the funk is in _all my children_\nCause i can get wicked like the witches from eastwick\nAnd freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit\nAnd crumble, my style is more flyer than? brundle?\nFly from the fly part one to fly part two\nPsychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks\nFor real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause i need one\nAnd get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump\nWith the fly human being, watch me freak it in korean\n\nChu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara\nNu gu nya nada na na nun redman\nNa bo da challan nom hana do upda\nYi sae sang cheil eu na nun redman, my man\n\n[ Get away, get off me, get lost]\n[ Who am i, i am, i'm redman]\n[ There's no one better than me]\n[ The world's best is redman, my man]\n\nI rip shop in hip-hop i get props my lip rocks\nThe rap stuff's more spooky than movies from hitchcock\nSit back relax let me rip to the funk track\nAnd press rewind if i haven't blown your mind\n\nErrrk! let me get busy with the funky fly stuff\nCause i cut your freakin eyes out, fuck bruce willis because i die rough\nIt's the funkadelic redman and i hit ya with the\nFunkadelic level, the p-funk, the devil\nThe spectular, blackula, bust holes like dracula\nLoaded of course, more legend than acura\nI'm swift, i like big spliffs so i tisk tisk a tasket\nPlus keep the glock in my basket\n\nI cough up a lung cause i freak it with the tongue\nCause i can 'wax on! wax off!' like daniel-son\nDo the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey\nTo the boogey to the boogey thanks to e cause he hooked me\nSo fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause i mack\nFramalama, plus i kick the grammar, straight from -- new jerz\nIt's the renegade rap redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode\nYo, hold your breath while i explode!\n\n[Explosion]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blow Your Mind (Remix)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 'Def Jam''s Greatest Hits: Hardcore'\n  duration_ms: 199297\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A hem. hit me\n  This is goin down\n  What's goin down?\n  Yo yo yo reggie noble drop that beat in hah!\n  Yeah uh huh uh huh\n  Give it to me give it to me\n\n  Ahhhh! look out it's the funkadelic funk for chumps\n  Who don't be knowin my name i tear the frame out ya punks\n  I make ya slide make ya slip make ya wanna backflip\n  I get biz with the skit i dj like quik\n  The topnotch of the block cause i carry a glock\n  Only hot rocks i'm hot, so give up the props\n  My style is hummin cummin atcha, duck or get backed up\n  Dispatcher: 'red, get freaky to the rapture'\n  So come on light the buddha check your honey while i scoop her\n  The soopafly, jimmy fly snooka rips the roof off\n  Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two\n  It's you! ahhhhhhhhhhh! funky fresh in the flesh trail\n  Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck\n  Hit women like madonna all the way down to smurfette\n  But first get your tables i roast your whole record label kids\n  Yo red! 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I got blunt, my name Jamal\nI pause, flick the ash from my L\nI pause like Run and Jason Mizell\nThe MC is me, host for the night\nPapa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic\nI choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct\nThen with my giant Hancock, I'll get the cheque\nI love trucks but drop-tops is the best\nFrom the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me\nShe like, \"Red so cool\"\nAny nigga after me, it's a deja vu\nDoc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes\nJust watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nWho these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?\nMama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog\nMe, I want a little somethin', y'all could have it all\nI tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draw\nThat's why I push the pedal to the motherfuckin' floor\nWith ten per cent method, don't you flush off the poor\nAnd still I keep it funky like four plus one more\nGet this money like, \"In God we trust\", trust your boy\nIt's a given, livin' this life like it was written\nEspecially for me, I'm what the recipe is missin'\nBlow my piff in the air, key the ignition\nThen get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and\nMammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde\nIf anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride\nLike all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine\nAnd now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYo, I got my swagger on and I feel great\nFunk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases\nI network on MySpace real late\nHopin' my album make me another Bill Gates\nAround my crib, look how I live\nI'm a slob but Crip niggas say I get biz\nAnywhere I did a show women sayin'\nThat I'm so amazin'\nYeah, another mic, another night and the day's end\nAnother heist, another kite in the state pen\nMy state business, shit, y'all dudes just break wind\nNew York nigga, either you're made mice or made men\nI do the dirt that keep my hand on the work\nI got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt\nMy aim was since day one's dock\nHow many shots will it take to make son drop?\nHop in my truck and roll up the window\nA-yo, you know what you in for\nOnce we turn the corner, light up the endo\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nYes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\nRoll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\nThird degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\nA-yo, a-yo, a-yo\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.62] Check it out, yo\n[00:09.17] I be like, \"Yiggy, yes, y'all\", doctor on call\n[00:11.82] I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall\n[00:14.63] Got flow like the rappers in Great George\n[00:17.24] Got weed? 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If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride\n  start_ms: 107750\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 113040\n- text: And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime\n  start_ms: 113040\n  end_ms: 116220\n- text: Hop in my truck and roll up the window\n  start_ms: 116220\n  end_ms: 119020\n- text: A-yo, you know what you in for\n  start_ms: 119020\n  end_ms: 121480\n- text: Once we turn the corner, light up the endo\n  start_ms: 121480\n  end_ms: 124270\n- text: A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  start_ms: 124270\n  end_ms: 126640\n- text: Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\n  start_ms: 126640\n  end_ms: 129370\n- text: Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\n  start_ms: 129370\n  end_ms: 132150\n- text: Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\n  start_ms: 132150\n  end_ms: 134840\n- text: A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  start_ms: 134840\n  end_ms: 137100\n- text: Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great\n  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201920\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 201920\n  end_ms: 207500\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 207500\n  end_ms: 214490\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 214490\n  end_ms: 220460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 220460\nplain: |-\n  Check it out, yo\n  I be like, \"Yiggy, yes, y'all\", doctor on call\n  I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall\n  Got flow like the rappers in Great George\n  Got weed? I got blunt, my name Jamal\n  I pause, flick the ash from my L\n  I pause like Run and Jason Mizell\n  The MC is me, host for the night\n  Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic\n  I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct\n  Then with my giant Hancock, I'll get the cheque\n  I love trucks but drop-tops is the best\n  From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me\n  She like, \"Red so cool\"\n  Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu\n  Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes\n  Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it\n  Hop in my truck and roll up the window\n  A-yo, you know what you in for\n  Once we turn the corner, light up the endo\n  A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\n  Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\n  Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\n  A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?\n  Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog\n  Me, I want a little somethin', y'all could have it all\n  I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draw\n  That's why I push the pedal to the motherfuckin' floor\n  With ten per cent method, don't you flush off the poor\n  And still I keep it funky like four plus one more\n  Get this money like, \"In God we trust\", trust your boy\n  It's a given, livin' this life like it was written\n  Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missin'\n  Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition\n  Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and\n  Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde\n  If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride\n  Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine\n  And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime\n  Hop in my truck and roll up the window\n  A-yo, you know what you in for\n  Once we turn the corner, light up the endo\n  A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\n  Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\n  Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\n  A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great\n  Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases\n  I network on MySpace real late\n  Hopin' my album make me another Bill Gates\n  Around my crib, look how I live\n  I'm a slob but Crip niggas say I get biz\n  Anywhere I did a show women sayin'\n  That I'm so amazin'\n  Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end\n  Another heist, another kite in the state pen\n  My state business, shit, y'all dudes just break wind\n  New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men\n  I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work\n  I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt\n  My aim was since day one's dock\n  How many shots will it take to make son drop?\n  Hop in my truck and roll up the window\n  A-yo, you know what you in for\n  Once we turn the corner, light up the endo\n  A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo\n  Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough\n  Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk\n  A-yo, a-yo, a-yo\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n"}]