Intro: keith murray



Yeahbout to fly that knot

Redmankeith murrayerick sermon with thecosmic slop

And we all pack glocks

Word is bondword is bond

Fuck around and get shot



Verse one: e double



As I flipskip to the beaton waxand tax

I react with tons of macsa balland some jumping jacks

Flyin expertputtin in work

No questioncosmic funk and weed session

Like gangstarrstep upit's hard to earn

But I change up the modeand blow up the globe

The banditspittin dialect umm (ummm)

Catchin wreck umm (ummm)

One two micraphone check (ummm)



Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey

To hell and beyond

Funkadelic drop the bomb!!



Verse two: redman



Boo-yaa!

I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya

My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers

My flow freeze the nilethe funk child splits the river

Then I crushlike the bom-ba-zee was rushedthrough my verbal lust

I'm spaced outI lost my mind on cloud 19

Visine for eyeswhen I blow alpines

Dial 90-0for the hero of the wierdos

I hope my brain don't bust

Transform into a 7-11 slurpie slush

It's the flymy music will burn eyes

Twice the chemical of clorox

Then I do an autopse on four cops

When my jaws dropockI fidget my nuts alot

Got the two glockswith oowops then bodies trace the chalk

I'm like an eclipse on a fridaythe 13th

With black cats and haley's cometblazin blunts in my driveway

Nostradamus predictedfor you funk fiends

That def squad will get the fuckin cream like noxem...geyeah



For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)

Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got em

Spaced outway outis what I'm talkin about

In the cosmic slop of the ghetto

Zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu zuzu zuzu

Zu zuzuzuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu



Verse three: keith murray



With amazing manifestationsI dictate to nations

More cosmic funk innovations in my creation

This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst

Mega segmentsbe segalike genesis

I orbits the solar systemlistenin

Guzzlinnever sippinor slippin and sympin when the track is rippin

I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin

Man listenI give your whole crew a ass drenchin

Just for mentioningoin that routerunnin yo mouth

You get your head smacked off towards down south

And your crew too will be spaced out

Way outno doubty'all niggaz need to stop

And get with this cosmic slop



(cosmic slopcosmic slop)



And nowwe programwe program

Pop in the disk and who the hell is this?