Swing It Over Here

Lyrics for Swing It Over Here

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!