Cosmic Slop Lyrics by Redman

Cosmic Slop Lyrics

    Intro: Keith Murray

    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

    Verse One: E Double

    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 (UMMM)
    Catchin wreck umm (UMMM)
    One two micraphone check (UMMM)

    Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
    To Hell and beyond
    FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!!

    Verse Two: Redman

    Boo-yaa!
    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 wierdos
    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...geyeah

    For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)
    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
    zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu
    zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu

    Verse Three: Keith Murray

    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?

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