EPMD - Head Banger текст песни

[redman] negroes!!!!!!!!

(repeat 6x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

[hit squad] the head banger

Parrish smith gettin wreck

[hit squad] the head banger

Verse one: parrish smith

Ka-rank the boombox 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 dont play games, an outlaw like jesse james

To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)

Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts

Bustin ass daily as I compose like mozart

Just stand, say youre mad damn, why him?

Z-oh-one tonka, five-sixty benz

Im sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

Im bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete

So get a grip and dont 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 hes all that

Hardcore no r&b singer

Roll with the hit squad... down with the head banger

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down

(repeat 3x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

Erick sermon break it down

[hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse two: erick sermon

Surprise, you wonder where Ive been, Ive been workin

But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin

A real damian, omen possessed by the devil

You dig the rhythm, and Ill 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 ramshack a stadium

Wubba wubba, even judy brown the palladium

Yo, Im from the boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, 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, Im gettin paid fully

You wanna buy the cassette, stop by sam goody

Yo wheres 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 Im 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

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down

(repeat 3x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

K-solo!!!

[hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse three: k-solo

Im the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh)

My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger digital

My gunll make, many men, things you did when I get mad

And pissed cause I can make him my target

Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic

Choose smith or assault over magnum (huh)

So back up off me, heres a clip

For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna off me

Im sure you know the deal that my nine can box

I knock punks out quick like evander holyfield

More rhymes than musics, my solution

Subscribers of my style heres a contribution

Lets say you want a shovel layer parkin mcs like cars

And drivin mcs away

Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave em empty

Cause they cant go, so ima 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 fugitives gone peace, Im outta here later

And heres a finger, to all you non movin spectators

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down

(repeat 3x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

Redman get down!

[hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse four: redman

Surprise niggaz! 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 goodfella but still rugged like joe pesci

My style is mad funka-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 honeydip

But now Im on the money tip so now I call the honeydip honey bitch

And swing hardcore because thats 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 Im back to tear the frame out your asscrack

Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet

And what you see is what you get and what youre gettin 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 thats what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy

Like aaieeahaaa, 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!

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

[hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger, what?

[hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- grand puba, slow down

(repeat 4x) [hit squad] the head banger

[hit squad] the head banger

"yeahhh, head crack, head crack"