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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 and B singer Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? Yeah, head crack, head crack Grand Puba, slow down The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? Erick Sermon break it down The head banger Yeah, head crack, head crack 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, 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, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? Yeah, head crack, head crack Grand Puba, slow down The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? K-Solo The head banger Yeah, head crack, head crack I'm the original rap criminal (Yeah) My shots, spell spray duck leaves my trigger finger digital (Ho-ah) My gun will make, many men, things you did when I get mad And pissed cause I can make him my target Braggin' 'em, taggin' 'em, draggin' dragging'em Mad hollow point rhymes in my mic Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (Uh) So back up off me, here's a clip For Suzi's and guns and then you fagots gonna off me I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box I knock punks out quick like Evader Holy field 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 goon 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, what? 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Redman get down The head banger Yeah, head crack, head crack 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 Good fella but still rugged like Joe Pesci My style is mad funka to the delic with the irrelevant shit that I kick back flips any four bitch (Yeah) Deduct and I dip then I switch To an incredible nigga with a nickel 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 Chub 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 mote And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin' is your Ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funk dafied 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 aaiee, ahaaa 'cause I freak the styles crazy Lullaby your stupid ass, rock a bye baby The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school And still holdin' my jewels The head banger, what? 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