Da Ill Out lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Da Ill Out



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  featuring  Def Squad

[Erick Sermon]
Yo Reggie, I'mout

[Jamal]
T-ree F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted... nigga

[Redman]
Aiyyo everybody in this motherf**ker will get
touched
f**k such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that as* to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the week like I made Knee
Deep
Hold up!  Rotate around the solar, badder than
Cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers
I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok
without the MSG and chopped celery
See, I made it, my flavor situated
from the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave
your brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases
lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin
Get you hollerin, like Marvin Gaye when his
father shot him
in the chest, I roll with two stacks of Tecs
And mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your
rest
UHH!  Mister Fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd
as* kick
When I'm blasted, my Method magics get drastic
That you can't see with bifocals
Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills
that's milk
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt
I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can back it
Your man'll be like 'Yo, get that dust off yo'
jacket'

[Keith Murray]
It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can't win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get
biz
Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
And I copycat kill the rest, with no Method to my
madness
Plus the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin on the
planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck
brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
 
Will ironically chronically murder you and your
crew
My directive, through where I live, is kinda
primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make
sh*t give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the
master
cast to the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers, is what L.O.D. goes after
To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all flavor S-classes
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the act
A public figure, who walks around with a gin of
jigger
Cause I gives a f**k about another nigga, word up

[Jamal]
Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro
should go
Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble
f**k with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic
Playin that big sh*t get broke down microscopic
Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the
bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you
taste mine
Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat
pace
Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down
Now's the time here yeah

[Erick Sermon]
Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a f**k, lick a
shot

[Jamal]
Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin
Playalistic, I mean is all that sh*t realistic
Play your cards God, black keep your hand held
tight
Night fall might call your life, sh*t is trife
on these evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man)
It's me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and Mally
G
open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin to ride in the, industry with E
The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah)
Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)

[Erick Sermon]
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy Waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace