Ka-rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks

As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots of the maniac

Dressed in black, carry round a strap, kid you play me too close

Slow down and catch a cap, pow, ′cause I don't play games

An outlaw like Jesse James

To hell with the bitches and the so called fame

Strictly biz to hard kid, yeah, as I climb charts, bustin′ ass daily

As I compose like Mozart, just stand, say you're mad damn

Why him? 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&B singer

Roll with the hit squad, down with the head banger

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Erick Sermon break it down

Hit squad, the headbanger, 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

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

K-Solo, hit squad, the headbanger, yeah, head crack, head crack

I'm the original rap criminal, yeah, my shots, spell spray

Duck leaves my trigger finger digital, my gun'll make many men

Things you did when I get mad and pissed

′Cause I can make him my target, braggin′ 'em, taggin′ 'em

Draggin′ 'em, mad hollow-poin, rhymes in my mic

Choose Smith or assault over Magnum

So back up off me, here′s a clip for Uzis and guns, and then

You faggots gonna off me, I'm sure you know the deal that

My nine can box, I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield

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 gon 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

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Redman get down, hit squad, the headbanger

Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise niggas, 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 nickle 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 Chubb, 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 moet

And what you see is what you get and what you′re getting'

Is your ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied 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 ′cause I freak the styles crazy, lullaby your stupid ass

Rockabye baby, the funkadelic devil hit your ass

With a level from the new school and still holdin′ my jewels

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Hit squad, the headbanger, yeah, head crack, head crack

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Hit squad, The head banger, yeah, head crack, head crack

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down

Hit squad, the headbanger, what?

Hit squad, the headbanger, yeah, head crack, head crack

Head Banger

EPMD

Songtexte Head Banger - EPMD