Da Ill Out
[Intro: Erick Sermon]
Yo Reggie, uh
D-E-F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted, n***a

[Verse 1: Redman]
Ayo, everybody in this motherf**ker will get touched
F**k such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that a** to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that, Freak of the Week like I made Knee Deep
Hold up! Rotate around the solar, Madder than Cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers
I'm sautéein' MC's with fried rice up in the wok
Without the MSG and chopped celery
See, I made it, my flavor situated
From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases
Lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin
Get you hollerin', like Marvin Gaye
When his father shot him in the chest
I roll with two stacks of TECs
And mad n***as in sets that'll roll up in your rest, UHH!
Mister Fantastic's crafted off that 50 sack of a** kick
When I'm blasted, my mathematics get drastic
That you can't see with bifocals
Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vanderbilt
I'm poppin mad sh*t, plus I can back it
Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket"
[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can win
Those who know the biz, know we rap kids, get biz
You'll digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
Then I copycat, kill the rest
With no method to my madness
Bless the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standing on the planet
You'll get attached, like a blood sucking leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your ears get embraced with a touch of the ba**
Head get wrapped up, neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My objective, the way I live, is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make sh*t give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
Cast to the ma**es, grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers is what L.O.D. goes after (Tweek, Tweek)
To my Squad, there's no matches, we mashes
Do photo flashes in all flavor S-cla**es
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini Mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the Ac'
A public figure, who walks around with a jaded jigger
'Cause I gives a f**k about another n***a, word up
[Verse 3: Jamal & (Erick Sermon)]
Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble
F**k with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic
Playing that big sh*t get broke down microscopic
Bring it back keep the track ringing, with the ba**line
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round, avoiding the time to put it down
Now's the time here, yeah
(Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a f**k, lick a shot)
Gangsta, so called killin', cap peelin', playalistic
I mean, is all that sh*t realistic?
Play your cards, God, black keep your hand held tight
Nightfall might call your life, sh*t is trife
On these evil streets after dark
N***as gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day, seriously, this whole sh*t's twisted...(As a man)
It's me bombin' on these n***as sh*tlisted, Mally G
Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin' to rise in thee, industry with E
The villain's at it 'cause I had it (Word up, yeah)
Killin' my psychosomatic pattern rhythmatic (Yeah)

[Outro: Erick Sermon]
Y'all know, uhh, yeah
Muddy Waters, we out for '97
Word up, peace