Yeah, 'bout to fly that Redman, Keith Murray, Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop And we all glocks Word is Bond, word is bond, around and get shot
As I flip, to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping Flyin' expert, puttin' in No question, cosmic funk and session
Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to But I change up the mode, and up the globe The bandit, dialect, umm Catchin' wreck umm, one, two, microphone
Attention We're on a journey To and beyond Funkadelic the bomb
I'm that of nigga to give it to ya My Cosmic Slop rules all with funk maneuvers My flow the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my lust
I'm spaced out, I my mind on Cloud 19 for eyes, when I blow Alpines Dial 9, 0 0, for the hero of the I hope my brain don't bust, transform into a 7-11 Slurpie
It's the fly, my music burn eyes, twice the chemical of Clorox Then I do an autopse on cops my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the
I'm an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th With black and Haley's Comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway Nostradamus predicted, for you fiends That Def will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, yeah
For those that remember pics and shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em Spaced out, way out, is what I'm about In the Cosmic Slop of the
With amazing manifestations, I to nations Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation This Cosmic mic cylcicyst Mega segments, be Sega, like
I orbits the system, listenin' Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and when the track is rippin' I gotcha brain cells bendin' and Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass
Just for mentionin', goin' route, runnin' yo mouth You get your head smacked off towards South And your crew too be spaced out, way out, no doubt Y'all niggaz need to stop and get with this Cosmic Cosmic Slop, Cosmic
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