The Red

Yo man you here dat you here dat ******t man

Like what the ****** is this

Hey look at this what kinda luck is this

Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my ******z

Only haters holler they can't feel us

Wanna get looser then we?

But just gonna be a looser to me and Dilla

Killa, Talkin' bout how you kill cops, you softer then a pillow

Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep?

'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec?

Anyway I'm straight high off the trees

Your girl don't wanna lie she's gonna get on a ******z ****** turn it up

Y'all ******z must be outta head if ya sister made it up to the bed

Yo what was that you said right there what was that?

Mr. Leadway, instant replay, instant relay

Instant MC, Producer, and DJ

I do this ******t without a cell beeper or three way

Your coming off like like a G-lay?

Anyway ay, peace to A.G.

Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Sage

Oh that ****** wildlight, wildlife, hannibal, cannibals

What what else? Um, male fascists, womanizers

Nymphos, ******z in disguises

Ah what else? Fine women that like pretty women

Some ****** women, some ****** woman, mostly ******' women

Y'all ******z must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed

Uh, get ready, let's go