Negro

The head banger (what?)

Better sniff this rack

Ka-rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks

As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots of the maniac

Dressed in black, carry round a strap, 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

Strictly biz to hard kid (yeah) as I climb charts, bustin' ass daily

As I compose like Mozart, just stand, say you're mad (damn)

Why him? Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz

I'm sick and 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

The head banger (yeah)

The head banger (what?)

Erick Sermon break it down

Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin'

But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin'

A real Damian 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 ram shack a stadium wubba, wubba

Even Judy Brown the Palladium

Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (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, rough crackin' 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

The head banger (yeah)

The head banger (what?)

The head banger, K-Solo

I'm the original rap criminal, yeah, my shots, spell spray

Duck leaves my trigger finger digital

My gun'll make men admit things you did when I get mad and pissed

'Cause I can make him my target

Draggin' 'em, taggin' 'em draggin' 'em, mad hollow-point, rhymes in my mic

Choose Smith or assault over Magnum

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 the steering shift and leave 'em empty

'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe 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

The head banger (woo)

The head banger (what?)

The head banger (woo)

The head banger (hit squad)

The head banger, hit the head banger

Yo Redman get down

Surprise niggas, 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 funk-to-the-delic with the irrelevant

Shit that I kick backflips any four bitch, yeah

Deduct and I dip then I switch to an incredible nigga

With a nickle nine on the hip

I always got played by a honey dip but now I'm on the money tip

So now I call the honey dip 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 ass (crack)

'Cause I get wreck with the Tec, with the blunt or Moët

And what you see is what you get

And what you're getting' 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 '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

The head banger, com'on

The head banger, ahh

The head banger

Head crack, head crack

The head banger

Head crack, head crack

Head Banger