I C Dead People
(专辑: Ill At Will Mixtape Vol. 1 - 2004)
[Verse 1: Redman] Word is bond, Redman make the
eardrum I'm seeing dead pople creeping on my income Piercing the
ear drums, how the
fuck he do it? Got little miniture Redmans, crawling into it, cause my (Tactics is a
tool, kids acting like a
fool) That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em after school I
stay a
wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!" My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow! Still, I
feel a
chill, bumps in my body The
spirits of other MC's, Rucka center party Cause, you being, the
man that I
am I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the
scope Sucka, you miss, I'm a
get my laugh on You fuck around and woke up, with ya stash gone How I
spaz on niggaz is ugly You got the
game fucked up on making the
money See I
don't say I'm thugged out, but I
know my choice Back up plans, got back up; if I
blow my voice That's why I'm Brick City, and what to put my niggaz on To see us perform, we selling out at Ticket Tron What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long Yo, toast the
niggaz that passed on Get it while the
gettin good, whole life in a
grip Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it! [Chorus x2] I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but you never run [Verse2: Redman] ([?]Come on) Redman it's the
war head; BOOM! Nigga I
don't die, I
was born dead Top of the
morning to ya, I
wake up like a
born loser The
world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm lost in it I'm hearing voices saying "Red, the
wanna put holes in ya authentic" I
walk among winners and I
put out work, nigga (And I
don't stop, until I
squirt) Haters hate on, you can tell the
rest of the
class I
can see the
evil in you, through a
masculine task (Smoke the
greenest grass) I
live by the
hand of god That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a
scar You niggaz too hard and not ready to scrap Knowing damn well, ya moms raised you better than that Redman the
weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique With 35 KO's nigga (I'll make it 36!) [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Redman] Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docter Taking ya breath when I
drop ya I
feel for you ([?] try to test me) You a
waiteress set of an MC, check please (I waited way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the
map Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack Niggaz want it back, Triggas on the
map Won't stop me, I'm not a
quitter that's a
rap (If I
was just broke you wouldn't notice me) Ha, Ha, but look at the
bright side my man No body really planned to fail, you really failed the
plan Gotta keep the
bomb like an Israeli hand My music's killa, your's girlie; Scram! I
can hang out in the
same place as my fans Let 'em touch me, feel how far that I
swam Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep It ain't a
watch, as Eminem, providin the
beat That's why.. [Chorus x4]