No Pressure

"Kick it over here baby pop!"<br><br>Chorus: Murray, Sermon, others<br><br>[KM] Swing it over here!<br>[all] Yo swing it over here!<br>[KM] Swing it over here!<br>[all] C`mon swing it over here!<br>[KM] Y`all swing it over here!<br>[all] Yo swing it over here!<br>[KM] Come swing it over here!<br>[Red] Yo, swing it over there!<br><br>Verse One: Keith Murray<br><br>My rap style is swift like boom bips<br>so come get a whip, and a bump, it`s rough<br>Crews couldn`t hold it in handcuffs<br>The ordeal is that I`m raw ill on the mic<br>Switchin my styles up like a transvestite (word)<br>I think of competition as ?? and<br>Keith Murray is the vocabulary champ<br>?Come in against deep notable to breach lines?<br>I`ll make you make the same mistake twice three or four times<br>and nobody got a style like this<br>You could say, I got my thinking cap on backwards<br>I`ll demolish the retarded smartest rap artists<br>regardless, tryin to scream the hardest<br>I fuck your head up like amphetamines with L.O.D.<br>Then bend you out of shape like a master Yogi<br>I put my head through your chest, just to see<br>who`s next in line, just to get wrecked<br>I makes contact, bust the interlude<br>I take my skills to another level like qualudes<br>And you couldn`t hear me out; cause the type of shit<br>I converse about`ll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse<br><br>Chorus: change to [all] throughout<br><br>Verse Two: Erick Sermon<br><br>Cling cling, somebody tell me something<br>Why I got more props than Don King without bouncing boxing rings?<br>*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone<br>Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone<br>Check me out, the way I freak the mode<br>The active half flippin shit so split `fore I explode - BOOM!<br>So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on suspension<br>for being closed minded to my invention<br>Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lord<br>The world full of jackers so I keep my shit stored<br>When I rock the microphone I rock it right<br>and keep it hardcore and more blacker than Wesley Snipes<br>To my crew there`s no match<br>You want more funk then here`s another batch, yo I<br><br>Chorus: [all] throughout<br><br>"The Redman that`s what they call me" --> EPMD`s `Headbanger` (repeat 3X)<br>[ED] Oh no, here comes the Funkadelic Redman<br><br>Verse Three: Redman<br><br>Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! Could this be<br>the funk that I was stretching out my lungs<br>Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus<br>Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots<br>To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots<br>Now Richard Dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome<br>Throw on your Walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins<br>WAKE UP! While the blunt`s laced up just to pick the pace up<br>My style`s freaky, nasty like ?Seka? pussy papers<br>when I raped her, you don`t know check the four-uno-uno you know<br>That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures<br>Now right about now I`m settin off a bomb to blow the Empire<br>to ashes -- cause my shit`s more raw than niggaz stashes<br>Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya<br>I`m rough enough ta, fuck up another white man`s trucker<br>Redman`s evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke<br>a whole pound of weed and couldn`t see me off the TV!