1.Intro(Double Or Nothing)
2.Bomdigi
Intro：
I'll just sway...
This's the way it goes down
Def squad
Nine-pound
Check this here
Verse one：
The e gets wicked, no need for the biscuit
The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked
I sets the party off just like tanqueray
The funk lord, nobody else could swing this way
I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and
I buck like shot, cuz i know i got cha opin
Check the soup, i dogg the mic like snoop
I get swift like h-town, when i knock da boots (daaat's right)
I'm dynamite with this mic
I show like doug e. and i rock the mic lovely
The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy
To your city, on the zapp side with the vibe
I'm stone cold like bobby and ralph t
I come with the game of death, without bruce lee
The irregular speakin, for those mc's who be tweakin
Catch me at the beacon just freakin
Chorus：
Brothers can't see me ＼
Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi ／ repeat 2x
...
Brothers can't see me
Verse two：
It goes one for the trouble, two for the show
Aiyyo, i'm gettin airplay like the most beautiful
I'm the mack, i made goldy turn chrome
When i induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah)
I goes down for y'all in broad daylight
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych
Today is a green day, so it's blazin
To specify it, i get big-up from jamaicans
Hey, the e-r-i-c-k gets down for the public
More doper than janet jackson's stomach
Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer？
I think of cruise, i'm never too much like i'm luther
My style is the craziest
No crew is fadin us
You got beef with my squad you better dare that
The shit i kick make rappers say, 'i shoulda snared that'
Chorus
Verse three：
Complete this puzzle, what squad beat up like russell simmons
And more flyer than robin givens
Cosmic slop, from the darkside
Basically, i can't wait, songs from the redman tape
(and make much sense when he's kickin fool) cause i constantly
keep shitting
And y'all constantly keep listening
Yeah, who can it be now, watch out
Flying through the air with wings e double doing my thing
Chorus
3.Freak Out
Intro：ha ha ha ha. this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to
y'all
Funky fuckers
Erick sermon：
Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin', and i get the funk from the
kitchen
Then commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it
So i'm a chill and let red get into a fly poetic justice
Redman：
Yo, it's all in the mind and i'm high and i kick it for the do
or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
When i feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all i got the mad method can you
catch it？
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it
Erick sermon：
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, erick sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so i gangsta lean while drs will put the
smoke in my
Chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman：
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit i roll my splifs
with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
And i kick the funk like these to have more off days than ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook：
E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the
funk (x2)
Erick sermon：
Someones knockin' at my door, yo johnny gill, i need the whole
floor
So i can get busy remember？ and if you don't call michael
jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him, erick sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say, i got more props than richard bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause i don't give a fuck
Redman：
Whoa, i make you sing with tony braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes i told ya
I rock leather jacks with tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! this is a stick up, i spark the izm with ？ like a
bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk
Pop the trunk, i get blocks of funk to make victims say 'that's
the one!'
Of coarse i'm funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental
floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 i know
But let me knock your teeth out
When i was young i turned my tree house into a weed house
And i'm deeper than nostradomis, when i'm in chronic
And i leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro：
Ha ha ha. this is dr. trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with
some more
Raw shit. def squad represntitives. def squad forever, signin'
off.
4.In The Heat
5.Tell Em
Intro：
You abou to come through right. (yeah don't stress it.) you
about to come
Through. (i got this check this out man.) you ain't gonna front
on me (i
Ain't gonna front on niggas man.) make sure man i'm tellin' you
right now.
(check this out. what i'm about to do right now.) you gonna kick
it word
Up. ha
Erick sermon：
Personal ggats i gots about 11, without weapons i swing more
bats than k7
Plus, i'm soup like campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like frank drebbin
In this century i uphold the crown, for bringin' flavor in ya
ear
Plus i'm gettin' down, i manuver techniques for species of all
kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin' in some work
Hook：
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. don't slip or you won't be
around next
Year
'well heres a little something that needs to be heard.' - slick
rick
Rosalyn：
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin'
Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause i posses gifts that's wickeder than hexas
That explode on the scene be all means, i be flushing mc's like
queens
And none of y'all can see me, got more boom bom than manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and i stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to rush limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of packed pistol posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form i'm doin' work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin' my tape release date
Word born, i'm comin' in like a swarm
Then i'm gone before you can ring the alarm
Hook
Keith murray：
A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest
arms and legs
When i'm coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk i faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal
chemicals
Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal
Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That's a promise cause the squad don't make threats
I'm a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and
beyond all that
Other bullshit
Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin', conceptive
or
Consistant contestant
My deviant delieverance be leavin' mc's in the state of malmet
depressive
(word up)
Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew
you better
Tell em
6.In The Studio
7.Boy Meets World
Intro：
'i want to know of you, i want to know of you'
Xross breeds in the house representin' queens. i'm gonna send
this out to
Um, those fake so-called keepin' it real, ha ha, check it out
Verse 1：
I gets the urge to let loose on shit, bringin' the vibe like
phife dog and
Q-tip
Midnight black darkness, it's the area or place thats destincive
enought to
Trace
The bass, my tune throughout the room, and if you want it, it's
here to
Consume
Now let's warm things up for instance a witness, as i break it
down up in
This sentence
He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall, on they face
Not able to dip di in the place, my style is vintage, doper than
any wine
On the market
Mics i spark it, flying tracks is my target, (def squad) i
handles my
Situation
Without lyrics form jason's, i still get's ill, beeotch
Even from the jealosy i recieve, you can't hold me back i won't
retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices
Or italian ices, no matter what the problem is, i still, ah 1-2,
in your
Face like i'm biz
Hook：
Boy meets world 'i want to know of you, i want to know of you.'
I wanna know if you feel me though (x8)
Verse 2：
I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like
If i had to battle a whole crew, if i couldn't beat them
Then my conscience would defeat them, yeah
I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy, but i will let something
off if these
People keep stressing me
This is madness, i wish i was around when that midnight train to
georgia
Picked up gladis
Listen close life is just what you make of it, if you wanna be
happy like
Mary j.
Then hey, then get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance
Knowing that the industry is fulling up with drama got some hype
(fakness
From people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type stars are frauds, get
the sword
Outro：
And the question is asked. who is the fake nigga？ who is the
fake brother
That is always fuckin' up your shit. you wanna know how a niggas
fake？
Check it out. sit back and you focus your shit from a general
perspective,
And if your shit ain't lookin' tight, there's a fake nigga in
your
Circumference. and that's word is born. for the 9-5 area, cause
def squad
Forever, reigning much terror.
8.Welcome
9.Live In The Backyard
10.Set It Off
Intro：
This goes out to my peoples in queens. representing, brooklyn,
uptown.
Yeah, yeah boogie down bronx, staten island, all the way to new
jersy. tri
State area. long island
Verse 1：
Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is
mad deep
Like gutters
I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through
fire
Across barded wire, what？ i'm quick to change faces without r.
kelly
When you step on me you best be ready. i heats it up like house
kitchen
When i'm bitchin' with this redition, chill or you might catch
an ass
Whippin'
There's something wrong ha, i can't go on, and commence
Tear the frame out an mc's ass with the quickness, no
forgiveness
This is the way e does buisness, one touch and i'll weaken the
average came
To be rap star
By far by far, my entourage is sugar hill like wesly snipes
Def squad is the main attraction for y'all everynight
Hook：
'i came through the door' - rakim
And i set it off (x4)
Verse 2：
Dun da da, the e double brings it full steam
Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream
I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and
decapitate all
Gimmick mc's
Yeah, i come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those
duck mc's that
Can't handle
My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a
symbol like
The grym reaper
To signify, gamma ray i display on wax is ridiculous, way out
likt the crew
On star trek
Yeah, i keep my style black like panthers, with women more fat
than
Samathas
Damn, this don't make no f in' sense, for me to be on top bigger
than
Monuments
A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole
That got put into your soul
Hook (x4)
Verse 3：
For those that envy me and say i ain't about nothing and
everthing you see
My names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique i
develop
Without speech (woah)
On bended knee i could damage an mc, thourgholy
Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black
superman in the
Sky
Flying through the air with green eyes
Hook (x4)
Keith murray talking outro：
Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. don't even step up, word
is born.
L.o.d. is in here too you know what i'm sayin'？ def squad for
life, ppp
Taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest,
north, south,
East, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south,
everywhere i sets it
Off. you know what i'm saying？ paintin the boards, rippin' the
mic, rippin'
Niggas anything you like word up set it of e d. keith murray in
this piece.
11.Focus
chorus：neva understood how he did it, how we made this music
groove your very
Soul, soul ＞＞＞ 2x
Erick sermon - yo, i land out in a rent text e-7, v-12, new
benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you
laughin' i see
Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that
is tha
Basic's, quick and i we run tha matrix, close your mouth dont
say shitt, roll
Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe
barrow, they
Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is
crews iz my
Rules, step incorrect you get abused, i bring tha ruck 2 any
cats bringin
Drama, make em' feel good like 2-pac's dear mama, it could be
pitch black and
I'll spot cha boom!!!! kickin yo door like big poppa
Chorus - neva understood how he did it(neva) how we made this
music groove
Your very soul, soul (xzibit), neva understood how he did it
(d-j mutha fuckin
Quick) how he made this music groove your very soul, soul
Dj quick - hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga xzibit and
quick u down
Wit tha e-double (what) u get weed trouble, e make tha b bubble,
make tha bass
So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha
b-bubble,
Partyin', happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta
pound, e dubb i
Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u
didnt step 2 a
Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin
2 take u 2 a
Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't
cha see tha red
Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then
play it out, we
Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and
hatin on since 88,
Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and i'ma wet cha, way
down from tha
Compton town, and i'll betcha cant.
Chorus - neva understood (ha)(yeah) how he did it(ladies and
gentlemen,
Yeah,tha bar is now open)how he made this music groove your very
soul,
Soul(it'z all me), neva understood how he did it, how we made
this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Xzibit - listen, i'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if
this is 89 now we
Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few g's in my low-low,
not done hoe, my
Nigga big came in solo, dough-low, most niggaz we know act like
a homo, and
When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and
act like there
Crminal file, and strechin tha mob, and really got tha heart of
a child, spicy
Ya mob just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field
goal kickin, like
A fucked up d-a, wit a cross that aint stickin, and im walkin
away a free man,
Cuz ya'll niggaz softa than sand,cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin
out wit cha
Pen, i fucked yo motha so now i'm a mutha fucken man, break food
on tha track
Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz
close to me, pmd
Chorus - neva understood how he did it (dj quick in tha mutha
fucken
House) how we made this music groove your very soul, soul (this
dick in ya
Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah)
Neva understood how he did it how we made this music groove your
Very soul, soul( you think it aint, westcoast brodcastin live in
1999 all tha
Way through out tha millinium) neva understood how he did it,
(millinium shitt)
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he (yo, millinium shitt) did it how we(dj
Mutha fucken quick) made this music groove your very soul, soul
(green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on) neva
understood how he
Did it, how (keep it bouncin, r.i.p roger troutmen) we made this
music
Groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul ( ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga)
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul.........
12.Move On
Intro：
(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one
of those,
Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.
Redman：
I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, i'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these
abilities
I'm rugged, i pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga
slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to
songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say i strickly brake
vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like japs i blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
Hook：
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
'rock, rock on' - redman (x4)
Erick sermon：
Yeah, i shut down things for the moment, what？
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like
two black
Techs
Somebody stop me i'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, i take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf
then get some
Cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history
Hook (x4)
Passion：
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to
maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of
dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your
automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream
america
They just ain't ready for this, cause i'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after
hits
And what's goin' on in your mind i can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
Hook (x4)
Outro：
You know what i'm sayin'？ things is hot in the tunnel out in
here you know
What i'm sayin'？ ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the
summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet ＆ sour
sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. i feel you.
13.Smooth Thought
14.Do Your Thing
Intro：
Check it one two (it's a party), coming to you live it's erick
sermon (def
Squad) keith murray, redman. the new type of roll models,
oregano,
Cinnamon, all flavors check it out y'all, my nigga tone stay up.
d-mack
Word up.
Verse 1：
Me and my crew in the benz for a deek, while other peeps
trailing me in the
Black jeep
Creepin', on our way to a house party, with no kid 'n' play just
a fly dj
I't on and poppin' and we gettin' right, everythings tight
Everyone has a light, i pull up in the place to be, immediatly
swarmed
And all of us is armed, it's cool like that type of scene, crazy
blunt
Ashes
Girls shaking asses, money makers, video rumpshakes
And niggas with game fast breakin' just like the lakers
It's all good if your game is tight, and if you know the scoop
don't love
'em like snoop
Yeah, the reason why, the girls out there get biz, run like a
bunch of wild
Kids
Hook：
I'm doin' my thing if you feel me do your thing
(do your thang do your thang) (x4)
Verse 2：
Now the scene is set and now i'm hype
I'm seeing what girls is coming home with me tonight
I spot one on the sofa, sippin' juice, with three other girls,
sportin' pin
Curls
I said to myself 'excuse yourself e', so i went over and put my
hand out
Like billy dee
Excuse her from the two girls she was with, macked her put the
flava in her
Ear and split
To the side to the other vibe, where it looked live, protected
cause my man
Had the 4-5
My boy looked up, asked me if he was hooked up
I said she was shook up, she threw my phone book up
She gave me every phone number that she knew, a girlfriend for
you, a
Girlfriend for you (word up)
I stay real, i never perpetrate, cause now adays, falling in
love never
Pays
I'm quick to say fuck a hoe (yeah) y'all niggas know, i'm
strickly for the
Doe
Word to god, this is the way that def squad swing, it's not just
a one day
Fling
I represent my style for my peeps, take it to the streets, where
we play
For keeps
Have a drink conversate, and pump up your fists and do it like
this
Hook (x6)
15.Man Above
Intro：
All this way, i'm doing my thang (x2)
Verse 1：
Guess who？ the realist flavors like mystic
Coming through with drama, question my karma
E-double mack supreme, um i got cha, i'm in my land crusier
pumpin' junior
M.a.f.i.a.
I'm freshly dipped and i'm ready for the night, i'm doin' the
boom bang
Boogie band for my niggas
No gold diggers, it might resort to triggers
But a few tricks that's down for the cause, breakin' all laws,
and takin'
Off they drawers
Cristle flowin', moet flowin', don p flowin', y'all not knowin'
Huh, it's on like that and everybody's welcome
So react, bitch no diggity, ain't no future in my frontin', just
ask mc
Breed
Yo jazzy bring the leaves
Hook：
I got freaks in the living room gettin' it on and they ain't
leavin' till
Six in the morining
Yeah, cause i'm the man above and if you're going down, um i got
'em (x2)
Verse 2：
Lookin' at my roley it's about that time, a quarter past 9
I'm lookin' through my blind, cars start rollin' up
It's my niggas and my cousin jah-boogie with the goodies
And behind his ass some girls in a wrangler
Gettin' out doin' it, i'm watchin' them persuein' it
Huh, they all come in, i give my niggas a pound
Just chill while i start the sound, now the vibe is on like
butter on
Popcorn (say what？)
So we gonna do it all night long, 3 hours past by, i'm off the
hook
There's girls everywhere, i swear, i swear
Smoke in the atmosphere, indo on the window
Check out this light ？, on this here single, ha ha ha
I freaks the funk for my people, y'all know the sequal,
technique is mad
Lethal
Hook (x2)
Verse 3：
Uh, it's all good i suppose, i'm still feakin' hoes
I'm still freakin' flows, i'm boombastic, shaggy
My pants stay bagggy, karl kani down, so how's that sound？
Hey, i'm the best thing since ac, i'm gettin' money and the sex
is free
Realize recognize i be the green eyed bendit in flesh, and y'all
know the
Rest
Hook (x4)
16.The Message
17.Open Fire
Whoop whoop(8x)
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
No one's betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style i'm able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now who's on the deal i'll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, i must've been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends i, i get up in you like keith
murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay blah come through your block and open fire
(redman's in the area
Keith murray's in the area
Erick sermon's in the area)
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin
dollars
The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther's a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns there's the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
Its the same reason why i threw away my skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y'all come out the hype description of this
One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
No one invited me so i crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who？
So who do i be？ the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!
Mc's you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier
Aaahhhhhh!
Word is bond i collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
In the words i be using when i be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and i bet you blood he'd cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since i commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And god forbid i outrageous people see the l.o.d.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def squad
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