The Red lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Intro: J Dilla]
Yeah, man, you hear that? You hear that sh*t, man?

[Verse 1: Madlib]
Y'all n*ggas like, "What the f*ck is this?"
Damn, look at this, what kinda luck is this?
Uh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my n*gga
Only haters holla, they can't feel us
n*ggas wanna get looser than we?
But just gon' be a loser to me and Dilla
Killa, talkin' 'bout how you peal caps, but n*gga
You softer than a pillow
Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep
'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec (that n*gga always lyin') (hey, pass the weed)
Anyway I'm straight high off the trees
Your girl don't wanna lie, she just wanna get on her knees
Turn it up, y'all n*ggas must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red

[Bridge: J Dilla]
Yo, what was that you said right there, what was that?

[Verse 2: Madlib]
It's the leeway, instant replay, instant relay
Instant MC, producer, and DJ
I do this sh*t without a cell beeper or 3-way
You're comin' off like like a gilet (anyway)
Ay, peace to A.G., peace to Pete Rock
Diamond D, peace to Seiji (oh sh*t, look over there)
Yo, that n*gga's wild like wildlife animals
Hannibal, cannibals (whoop, what else?)
Um, male fascists, womanizers
Nymphos, n*ggas in disguises (ay, watch out! What else?)
Fine women that like pretty women, some ass women
Some titty women (mostly sh*tty women)
Y'all n*ggas must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red
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