Epmd - Swing It Over Here Lyrics
Kick it over here baby pop!Chorus: murray, sermon, others[km] swing it over here![all] yo swing it over here![km] swing it over here![all] cmon swing it over here![km] yall swing it over here![all] yo swing it over here![km] come swing it over here![red] yo, swing it over there!Verse one: keith murrayMy rap style is swift like boom bipsSo come get a whip, and a bump, its roughCrews couldnt hold it in handcuffsThe ordeal is that Im raw ill on the micSwitchin my styles up like a transvestite (word)I think of competition as ? ? andKeith murray is the vocabulary champ? come in against deep notable to breach lines?Ill make you make the same mistake twice three or four timesAnd nobody got a style like thisYou could say, I got my thinking cap on backwardsIll demolish the retarded smartest rap artistsRegardless, tryin to scream the hardestI ***** your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.Then bend you out of shape like a master yogiI put my head through your chest, just to seeWhos next in line, just to get wreckedI makes contact, bust the interludeI take my skills to another level like qualudesAnd you couldnt hear me out; cause the type of shitI converse aboutll drag your brain in the slaughterhouseChorus: change to [all] throughoutVerse two: erick sermonCling cling, somebody tell me somethingWhy I got more props than don king without bouncing boxing rings?*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphoneRip the shit to pieces, so leave me aloneCheck me out, the way I freak the modeThe active half flippin shit so split fore I explode - boom!So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on suspensionFor being closed minded to my inventionYo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lordThe world full of jackers so I keep my shit storedWhen I rock the microphone I rock it rightAnd keep it hardcore and more blacker than wesley snipesTo my crew theres no matchYou want more funk then heres another batch, yo iChorus: [all] throughoutThe redman thats what they call me --> epmds headbanger (repeat 3x)[ed] oh no, here comes the funkadelic redmanVerse three: redmanAoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could this beThe funk that I was stretching out my lungsFunkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucusStick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spotsTo be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plotsNow richard dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesomeThrow on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffinsWake up! while the blunts laced up just to pick the pace upMy styles freaky, nasty like ? seka? ***** papersWhen I raped her, you dont know check the four-uno-uno you knowThat funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scripturesNow right about now Im settin off a bomb to blow the empireTo ashes -- cause my shits more raw than niggaz stashesMassive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I *****ed yaIm rough enough ta, ***** up another white mans truckerRedmans evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smokeA whole pound of weed and couldnt see me off the tv!
