Noorotic Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts 

If you need to get high, there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment 

I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up 

And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty 

Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask 

Calmly put your hands between your legs 

And kiss your black ass goodbye! 

I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas 

When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus 

My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground 

Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches 

The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER 

Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas 

My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin 

I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin 

I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex 

blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex 

Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches 

Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches 

Woo! I just don't give a FUCK 

I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia 

Travel around my curse universe 

I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert 

Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit 

Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it 

Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus 

I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus 

Noorotic, my style format rocks the project 

I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic 

Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your 

funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing 

Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin? 

Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen 

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I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder 

I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma 

They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually 

They got factories with little dolls named after me 

But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere 

pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin 

Newark New Jersey's what I represent 

Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh 

My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home 

and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in 

Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with 

Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District 

So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck 

Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag 

Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit 

The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden 

Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast 

Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast 

voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets 

PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers 

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Hold hold hold, wait wait wait 

Let me school this bitch 

Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this 

*sounds of sex* 

And come back on the mic? 

I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots 

On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots 

Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly 

Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me 

Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back 

and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack 

Cause I'm nasty like that