Lyrical Breakdown of Wuditlooklike - Redman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Eeeyeahh Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches and you punk ass niggaz out there I'm talkin to you live from WFDS We're From the DarkSide radio It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker But the funk just don't stop As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey To the darkside... Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness To the best of my ability I rock any facility And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked! I'm saggin my... Karl Kani... and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I. Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E. But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class PPP, got the glocks and techs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck repeat 4X I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) A-hem... The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular) Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta) Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect Verbal communications blow to the next ep I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up The boogie verbalist, vocalist I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo I don't be that I just beez the funk disease that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through That other shit, makes them other ship, flip funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks I bust off the glock for the hood and the block