[Production by Reggie Noble and Erick Sermon]
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[Intro: Keith Murray]
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Yeah, bout to fly that knot
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Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop
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And we all pack Glocks
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Word is Bond, word is bond
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Fuck around and get shot
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[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
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As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax
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I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
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Flyin expert, puttin in work
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No question, cosmic funk and weed session
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Like Gang Starr, step up, its Hard to Earn
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But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe
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The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM)
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Catchin wreck umm (UMMM)
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One two microphone check (UMMM)
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[Interlude]
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Attention passengers were on a non-central journey
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To Hell and beyond
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FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!!
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[Verse 2: Redman]
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Boo-yaa!
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Im that type of nigga to give it to ya
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My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
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My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river
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Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust
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Im spaced out, I LOST MY MIND ON CLOUD 19
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VISINE FOR EYES, when I blow Alpines
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Dial 9, 0-0, For the hero of the wierdos
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I hope my brain dont bust
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Transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush
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ITS THE FLY, My music will burn eyes
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Twice the chemical of Clorox
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Then I do an autopse on four cops
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When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot
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Got the two Glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk
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Im like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th
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With black cats and Haleys Comet, blazin blunts in my driveway
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Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends
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That Def Squad will get the fuckin cream like Noxzema
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[Hook]
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For those that remember pics and afros (Its on like that)
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Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got em
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Spaced out, way out, is what Im talkin about
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In the Cosmic Slop of the Ghetto
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Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu
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Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu
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[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
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With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations
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More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation
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This Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst
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Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis
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I orbits the solar system, listenin
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Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin
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I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin
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Man listen, I give your whole crew an acid drenching
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Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth
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You get your head smacked off towards down South
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And your crew too will be spaced out
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Way out, no doubt, yall niggas need to stop
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And get with this Cosmic Slop
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(Cosmic Slop, Cosmic Slop)
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[Outro: Erick Sermon]
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And now, we program, we program
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Pop in the disk and who the hell is this?
