Yeah, to fly that knot Redman, Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop And we all pack Word is Bond, word is bond, fuck around and get
As I flip, to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jacks Flyin' expert, in work No question, cosmic and weed session
Like GangStarr, up, it's Hard to Earn But I change up the mode, and up the globe The bandit, dialect, umm Catchin' umm, one, two, microphone check
passenger's We're on a journey To Hell and drop the bomb
I'm that of nigga to give it to ya My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk My flow freeze the Nile, The Child splits the river I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust
I'm spaced out, I lost my mind on 19 for eyes, when I blow Alpines Dial 9, 0 0, for the hero of the I hope my don't bust, transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush
the fly, my music will burn eyes, twice the chemical of Clorox Then I do an autopse on four When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts Got the two glocks, with oowops then trace the chalk
I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the With black cats and Comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway Nostradamus predicted, for you funk That Def will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, yeah
For those that remember pics and Platform shoes and bell-bottoms got 'em out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about In the Slop of the Ghetto
With amazing manifestations, I to nations Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation This Cosmic sick mic Mega segments, be Sega, Genesis
I the solar system, listenin' Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the is rippin' I gotcha brain cells and twistin' Man listen, I your whole crew a ass drenchin'
for mentionin', goin' that route, runnin' yo mouth You get your smacked off towards down South And crew too will be spaced out, way out, no doubt Y'all niggaz need to stop and get with Cosmic Slop Cosmic Slop, Cosmic
And now, we program, we Pop in the disk and who the is this?