(feat. Keith Murray, Erick Sermon (Def Squad))

[Intro: Keith Murray]


Yeah, bout to fly that knot
Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop

And we all pack glocks
Word is Bond, word is bond
$#&@ around and get shot


[Verse One: E Double]


As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax
I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
Flyin expert, puttin in work

No question, cosmic funk and weed session
Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn
But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe

The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM)
Catchin wreck umm (UMMM)
One two micraphone check (UMMM)


Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To Hell and beyond

FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!!

[Verse Two: Redman]


Boo-yaa!
I'm that type of ^!$$% to give it to ya

My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river
Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust

I'm spaced out, I LOST MY MIND ON CLOUD 19
VISINE FOR EYES, when I blow Alpines
Dial 9, 0-0, For the hero of the wierdos

I hope my brain don't bust
Transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush
IT'S THE FLY, My music will burn eyes

Twice the chemical of Clorox
Then I do an autopse on four cops
When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot

Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk
I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th
With black cats and Haley's Comet, blazin blunts in my driveway

Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends
That Def Squad will get the $#&@in cream like Noxem...geyeah


For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)
Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got em
Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin about

In the Cosmic Slop of the Ghetto
zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu
zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu


[Verse Three: Keith Murray]


With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations
More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation
This Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst

Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis
I orbits the solar system, listenin
Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin

I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin
Man listen, I give your whole crew a $$# drenchin
Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth

You get your head smacked off towards down South
And your crew too will be spaced out
Way out, no doubt, y'all ^!$$%z need to stop

And get with this Cosmic Slop

(Cosmic Slop, Cosmic Slop)


And now, we program, we program
Pop in the disk and who the hell is this