Head Banger (Explicit)

歌手：EPMD

专辑：Business Never Personal (Explicit)

时间：2014-01-01

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Head Banger (Explicit) 专辑《Business Never Personal (Explicit)》EPMD

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Head Banger (Explicit) - EPMD

Written by：Ron Banks

Negroes

The head banger what

Parrish smith getting wreck

Ka rank the boombox 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 b**ches and the so called fame uh huh

Strictly biz to hard kid yeah as I climb charts

Busting heads daily as I compose like Mozart

Just stand say you're mad damn why him

Zl1 targa five sixty Benz

I'm sinking 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

The head banger what

Parrish smith getting wreck

Surprise you wonder where I've been I've been working

But sounds making danger and black birds chirping

A real Damian omen possessed by the devil

You dig the rhythm and I'll play the running 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

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 joking I'm getting 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 cracking my steel

Plus I'm going 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

The head banger what

Parrish smith getting wreck

I'm the original rap criminal yeahhhhh

My shots spell spray hoo ahhhh duck leaves my trigger finger digital

My gun ll make men admit they should dip when I get mad

And pissed cause I can make him my target

Bragging em tagging em dragging em mad hollow point rhymes in my mic

Choose smith or assault over magnum huh

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 holy field

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 driving mc's away

Tanks gone be full to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave em empty

Cause they can't go so I'mma call a ho 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 moving spectators

The head banger what

Parrish smith getting wreck

Surprise niggaz 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

Sh*t that I kick backflip semi full b**ch yeah

Deduct and I dip then I switch

To an incredible ni**a 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 b**ch

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 asscrack

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

A** kicked ni**a hit you with the funkdafied figure

Like a plus funk funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk

Yes the red man that's what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy

Like aaieeahaaa cause I freak the styles crazy

Lullaby your stupid a** rockabye baby

The funkadelic devil hit your a** with a level from the new school

And still holding my jewels

The head banger

Parrish smith getting wreck

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