[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 Fuck around and get shot
[Verse 1: Erick Sermon] 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 microphone check (UMMM)
[Interlude] Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey To Hell and beyond FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!!
[Verse 3: 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 an acid drenching 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 niggas need to stop And get with this Cosmic Slop (Cosmic Slop, Cosmic Slop)
[Outro: Erick Sermon] And now, we program, we program Pop in the disk and who the hell is this?
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The Def Squad come together over a heavy bassline and keyboard melody courtesy of Erick Sermon and Redman. The song’s title is an homage to Funkadelic’s 1973 album and song “Cosmic Slop”.
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