[Featuring Def Squad]
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
The Bozack, I rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
Erick Sermon break it down
[Hit Squad] The head banger
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
SURPRISE, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play the RUNNIN REBEL
Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt
I got the power, to ramshack a stadium
