Like a glove!
Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches
And you punk ass niggas
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 facil ity
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 Too 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 blast niggas straight
out of first- class
Then leave 'em huffin' an d puffin
like first day at Lamaze class
PPP, got the Glocks and techs
And Def Squad always got
some fly shit on deck
I said
wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin',
yes I'm mad wicked)
I said
wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin',
yes I'm mad wicked)
The Funk Doctor Spot 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)
Noon! 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, phonemical
Suicidal with lethal type funk
spread your modules
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 psy
chiatrist wuditlooklike
I said
wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin',
yes I'm mad wicked)
I said
wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin',
yes I'm mad wicked)
Wuditlooklike suckers,
punk motherfuckers
Bitches be actin' funny,
don't wanna show me no love 'cause
They think I'm crazy and
like mentally sick
Ah, 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 Maseo
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- six ty- five,
twenty- four, Monday through
That other shit,
makes them other ship, flip
Funk ridiculous, inconspicuous with lyrics
Ah um, 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 hard rock
niggas that's comin in flocks
I bust off the Glock for the
hood and the block
I said
wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin',
yes I'm mad wicked)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin',
yes
I'm
mad wicked)
Redman 
