Cosmic Slop Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

Yeah, 'bout to fly that knot 

Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop 

And we all pack glocks 

Word is Bond, word is bond, fuck around and get shot 

As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax 

I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks 

Flyin' expert, puttin' in work 

No question, cosmic funk and weed session 

Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn 

But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe 

The bandit, spittin' dialect, umm 

Catchin' wreck umm, one, two, microphone check 

Attention passenger's 

We're on a non-central journey 

To Hell and beyond 

Funkadelic drop the bomb 

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I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya 

My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers 

My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river 

Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust 

I'm spaced out, I lost my mind on Cloud 19 

Visine for eyes, when I blow Alpines 

Dial 9, 0 0, for the hero of the weirdos 

I hope my brain don't bust, transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush 

It's the fly, my music will burn eyes, twice the chemical of Clorox 

Then I do an autopse on four cops 

When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot 

Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk 

I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th 

With black cats and Haley's Comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway 

Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends 

That Def Squad will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, yeah 

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For those that remember pics and afros 

Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em 

Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about 

In the Cosmic Slop of the Ghetto 

With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations 

More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation 

This Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst 

Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis 

I orbits the solar system, listenin' 

Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the track is rippin' 

I gotcha brain cells bendin' and twistin' 

Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchin' 

Just for mentionin', goin' that route, runnin' yo mouth 

You get your head smacked off towards down South 

And your crew too will be spaced out, way out, no doubt 

Y'all niggaz need to stop and get with this Cosmic Slop 

Cosmic Slop, Cosmic Slop 

And now, we program, we program 

Pop in the disk and who the hell is this?