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Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove

Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise

Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet

Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm-

Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?

Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man

Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do

Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit

I never claim to be the best type of rapper

But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after

I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum

Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son

Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?

It's the Redman on the funk train

Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night

To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite

The work perfected, when the funk been injected

I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split

Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front

On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped

I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic

Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)

I don't claim to be a big rap star

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