Epmd F- Redman Hardcore Lyrics

Hardcore Lyrics

(Chorus)

 Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)

 

 (PMD)

 

 When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air

 Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs

 The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip

 Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip

 Low to avoid the caps and blows

 By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows

 Wit the cops trying to control the crowd

 But they can't, systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud

 Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am

 Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and

 The bass continues to thump

 Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks

 Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched

 Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps

 And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout

 "Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out

 

 Chorus

 

 (E Double)

 

 Rap combat squares sat and I attack

 Any crab MC that's down wit the wack

 And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck

 Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech

 I'm terror, new edition to rap era

 I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever

 I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius

 I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)?

 Yo, wit that, I can break fool

 Especially when the posse is thick and got tools

 Make me feel good 'cause they got steel

 No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal

 K-A, microphone wrecker E-D

 The O, the U, the B, the L to the E

 Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship

 My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip

 I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn

 Mess wit me and get your manhood token

 

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 (Redman)

 

 I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex

 You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex

 I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit

 And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit

 Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes

 Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time

 Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)?

 Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit

 Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a

 Fuck a freak, words before play

 Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack

 On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback

 A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson

 A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm

 Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam

 Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam

 Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson

 I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson

 Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon

 Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums

 Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro

 My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo

 Known as I live large, life will be luxury

 Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me

 Nasty nigga, competition is none

 From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn

 Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking

 Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking

 Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea

 Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D

 Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;

 Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels

 

 Chorus