The Red

"Dang man, ya hear that, ya hear that shit right there? Dang"
Ya niggaz like 'What the fuck is this?'
"Shit"
Dang, look at this, what kinda luck is this?
(Haack) Madlib and Dilla's the illest my nigga,
Only haters holla, they can't feel us.
Niggaz wanna get looser than we,
"Looser than we?"
But just gon' be a loser to me and Dilla,
"Ah!"
Killa, talkin' 'bout how ya peel cops, but nigga ya softer than a pillow.
Back slappin' ya neck, while ya covered in rep,
Cos ya bluffin' and ya ain't said nothin' to spec.
Niggaz always lyin',
"Pass the weed"
Anyway I'm straight high off the trees,
Ya girl don't wanna lie, she jus' wanna get on her knees.
(Inhale) Turn it up, y'all niggaz must be outta ya head, if ya system ain't up to The Red.
Instant leeway, instant replay,
Instant relay, instant MC producing DJs,
I do this shit without a cell beeper or three-way,
Your coming off like a g-ay.
"Anyway, ay"
Peace to A.G, Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, Peace to Sage.
"Oh shit, look over there"
Yo, that niggaz wild like: Wildlife, Fannibals, Hannibal, Cannibals.
"Whoop, What else?”
Um, male-bashers, womanisers, nymphos, niggaz in disguises.
"Ay watch out. What else?"
Fine Women look like 'Pretty Women', some Ass Women, some Titty Women.
"Mostly Shitty Women"
Y'all niggaz must be outta ya head, if ya system ain't up to The Red.