HUHHHHHH!
[Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits
[Master P] No Limit
[Erick Sermon] Def Squad
[Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond

[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I’m trippin
on MC’s cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro’ your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I’m drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver’s head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[Canibus]
I’m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who’ll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I’ll call your bluff
like, “Yo, how many rhymes you got?” I think I’ll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda’s got on the car lot
And there’s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain’t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I’m already doin a hundred
when I’m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I’m gon’ gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it’s gon’ be that
See that, that shit’ll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don’t be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I’m gon’ get you either way, and it’s better to live
Let me get what’s between your sock, cause it’s, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don’t make me put your somewhere where nobody’ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don’t come back on
This ain’t a flick you ain’t gon’ come back on, you ain’t that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You’se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I’m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

[Master P]
Got my mic on, it’s time to get rowdy
Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the South to the West to the East
to the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
The party don’t stop but it get buckwild

Yo, this is for motherfuckers — that talk that sellout shit

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Get on up!”

“Get down, get down, on down..” like James Brown plus I get down
but for now I “Get on up!” rhythm and funk
makes you hump like Technotronic I’ll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
“Du-na-da-du-duh!” without eating my damn spinach
Cause when I’m on a roll, that’s when Redman start
“to chill…” round off backflip cartwheel
“Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!” I know
when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It’s like this, it’s like that, I won’t slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo E what’s that funk mode? “Get on up!”

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Get on up!”

Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad’s the crew I’m twenty-two and Beck’s the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It’s the HUH, the funk, now I’m known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now…
… on your mark, get ready, get set, let’s go
with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
Without question, I’m flexy when I’m sexin
Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop’s dropped the seed
I knew I’d be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That’s dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it
Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut
Yo E what’s that funk mode? “Get on up!”

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)

Verse 1, Redman (Reggie Noble) talking to himself:

Yo, yo, yo check this out
Yo, yo we gon go back to the old school right now
Yo, yo Red
Yo, what’s up G?
Yo, yo, yo check this out
I believe there’s no nigga out there as funky as you
True
So, what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the fuck outta here, word?
Remember that old cut you did?
Yeah, yeah
That ol’ P funk cut?
Yeah, make my funk the P funk
Yeah, yeah, that’s it
Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol’ shit
Word?
We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown’s socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo, Redman, drop it

Chorus:

Make my funk, the P funk
I wants to get funked up

Verse 1:

Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can’t touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That’s why I’m on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven, but mac ten
A mac twenty maybe if I didn’t subtract ten
My background straight from a black mans culture
Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture
For your mantle, damn you
Too hard to handle
E Double slam once, and Redman slam two
Break hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJ
Okay, bust the big gate
For microphones that have swollen mic cords
PE fights for power
Redman fights for soul power
Funk is strong as a tree trunk
Ask me the flavor
Make mines the P funk

Chorus, Repeat 2X

Verse 2:

I’m back with the funk, chump
You want funk, how many lumps?
I got spunk
I’m well known like Donald Trump
I’m not…
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-Look! Up in the sky!
-It’s a bird…
-It’s a plane!
-Hee hee hee hee, naw! It’s Sooperman Lover, baby!

-Daddy, Daddy!
-Would you please read us a story?
-Alright, get over here and sit yo big ass down,
Lemme tell you about the Sooperman Lover…

Verse 1

Ayo, I was out to lunch and shit
Puffin’ on a blunt to get my head read(y)
Boogie’n to my walkman
With an “S” on my chest
(Bust a move!)
Yes I’m a Superhero, don’t forget
I smoke mad niggas
So to hell with cigarettes
But anyway,
Let’s get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am
So git off that ol’ bull-SHUCKS
Lunchtime was up, (FUCK!!)
Let me jet, Or i’ll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, black,
I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree
With a tag that says that:
“If found,
Please return to this address”
(How did you see it)?
Nigga! Wit my X-Ray eye set!
Like “Pchoooooooww”!
I jetted to the closest phone-booth
Quick fast,
I dipped into my Sooperlover suit…

(I can leap,
tall buildings
In a single bound…)

BOOOM!!!!
Right through the fuckin’ phone-booth ceiling!
(IT’S A PLANE!)
Naw, Sooperman Lover’s the name
I can slam King-Kong
And pick up freight trains
On a mission,
To save this cat/that was wishin’
He was in his litter
Watchin’ Fritz on channel 6’n
Relaxin’
feet cocked-up/ just a little
With a cod cocktail
And a bowl, of tender vittles
I snatched, him
Took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won’t start
meowin’ and bitchin’
The letter in cat’s tag address (?)
said THE PROJECTS
(Elevator’s broke!)
So I had to take the back steps
(Knock, Knock)
The door opened
then my eyes swole
from this BADASS DAME (Damn!)
Sippin’ a quart of “Old Gold”
-“Yo, is this your cat?”
-“Awww, yes! Where’d you find him at?”
-“He was stuck in a tree,
Around Uptown Manhattan”
-“Well how the hell did you save him?
Are you Police/Undercover?”
-“Naw baby,
The “S” on my chest stands for:”


Chorus: Sooperman Lover (Yeah!)
Baby call him the Sooperman Lover
Something wrong…
Something wrong, indeed
Something wrong. Yes, yes indeed…

Verse 2

She was grateful
Lookin’ for ways to repay me
No money,
A donut, and some..uhm coffee maybe?
Of course
What kind of sauce(?) did I take?
Make my donut Jelly
And my coffee Sanka
We sat,
Unhooked the cape from the back
She felt my arms
‘Cause my pythons looked stacked
“Goddamn, Sooperlover!
Yo shit looks thick
Tell me, how strong are you
With muscles like this? (you bad motherfucker!)”

(I’m stronger than a locomotive)

I’ll keep hittin ya like Rocky
She ran to the room
And came back with a (?)
Negligee, high-heeled shoes,
Wit’ a blunt in her mouth
Ready to roll up,
Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold(ed) up
To mix the coke with the smoke
Yo, she was no joke
She took a sniff,
Some got on her top lip
That bitch stuck out her tounge
and gave her top lip a lick
and said: -“Here baby, hit it.”
-“Naw baby, I ain’t wit’ it
You’d need more than a body
To make me wanna hit that shit!”
But I’ll hit the blunt
So she took out her fronts
Cracked the philly
Opened the bag and laid out the skunk
Then I took a long pull
It was hype/ outtasite
We ran into the bedroom
So I cracked my pants for head room
Later, tossed the covers
And oh, brother! I was wit’ it
Ready to hit it
Asked my dick, “YO, WHASSUP GEE?”
“Yo man, shit’s thick”
Licked her down her belly
And kissed her on her back
Stuck my hands betewwn the legs
And I felt the bozack(!)
As big as mine (YO!)
This bitch must be craze,
S