Swing It Over Here Lyrics

Swing It Over Here lyrics

featuring Keith Murray Redman

"Kick it over here baby
pop!"

Chorus: Murray Sermon others

[KM] Swing it over
here!
[all] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Swing it over here!
[all]
C'mon swing it over here!
[KM] Y'all swing it over here!
[all] Yo swing
it over here!
[KM] Come swing it over here!
[Red] Yo swing it over
there!

Verse One: Keith Murray

My rap style is swift like boom
bips
so come get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't hold it in
handcuffs
The ordeal is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up
like a transvestite (word)
I think of competition as ?? and
Keith Murray
is the vocabulary champ
?Come in against deep notable to breach
lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four times
and
nobody got a style like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
backwards
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
regardless,
tryin to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines with
L.O.D.
Then bend you out of shape like a master Yogi
I put my head
through your chest, just to see
who's next in line, just to get wrecked
I
makes contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level like
qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the type of shit
I converse
about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]
throughout

Verse Two: Erick Sermon

Cling cling, somebody tell me
something
Why I got more props than Don King without bouncing boxing
rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the
microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the
way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split 'fore I explode -
BOOM!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
suspension
for being closed minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel
when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my shit
stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it right
and keep it hardcore
and more blacker than Wesley Snipes
To my crew there's no match
You want
more funk then here's another batch, yo I

Chorus: [all]
throughout

"The Redman that's what they call me" --> EPMD's 'Headbanger'
(repeat 3X)
[ED] Oh no, here comes the Funkadelic Redman

Verse Three:
Redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! Could this be
the funk
that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear
the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be
or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now Richard Dawson had a
survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your Walkmans while I pour the funk
sauce in your coffins
WAKE UP! While the blunt's laced up just to pick the
pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ?Seka? pussy papers
when I raped
her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that
gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a
bomb to blow the Empire
to ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz
stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough
enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board
of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
a whole pound of weed and couldn't see me off
the TV!