The Red - Jaylib, Madlib, J Dilla

Y’all niggas like, «What the fuck is this?»

Damn, look at this, what kinda luck is this?

Uh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my nigga

Only haters holla, they can’t feel us

Niggas wanna get looser than we?

But just gon' be a loser to me and Dilla

Killa, talkin' 'bout how you peal caps, but nigga

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 nigga 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 niggas must be outta ya head

If your system ain’t up to the red

Yo, what was that you said right there, what was that?

It’s the leeway, instant replay, instant relay

Instant MC, producer, and DJ

I do this shit 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 shit, look over there)

Yo, that nigga’s wild like wildlife animals

Hannibal, cannibals (whoop, what else?)

Um, male fascists, womanizers

Nymphos, niggas in disguises (ay, watch out! What else?)

Fine women that like pretty women, some ass women

Some titty women (mostly shitty women)

Y’all niggas must be outta ya head

If your system ain’t up to the red