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Controversial Negro: Live in Tucson (The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion) · Controversial Negro: Live in Tucson (The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion) · Controversial Negro: Live in Tucson (The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion) · Release the Pressure: The Mixes (Rosie Gaines) · Rock My Body/Release the Pressure: The Mixes (Rosie Gaines) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Spoke [Red Release] (Spoke) · I Remember Red: A Tribute to Red Foley (Pat Boone) · Red Heaven: 20 of the Best from Cherry Red (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Red Red Meat (Red Red Meat) – and 90 other albums »


Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "True dat"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds.

How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
month's sin
Every girl washes out the month's bad times
By flushing her cares out into her panty liners
Tabasco sauce stings the memories
No release
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic
Clip to release projectiles in single
File
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds.

How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers

Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me
insomnia, loss of appetite
and this really insatiable craving for more cocaine
People who smoke crack, they get this immediate
and intense release
The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red
running straight through my head
Lights red, and I can't make moves, I work hard
And I thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
have the zone call all red (all red)
We on a area shit as small as atoms can bust yo shit
that's we packs and make stacks now who you fucking with
(don't
looks upon the chess board dancin
Maybe my season of release has come and see me playin this
I'm plottin opera singin stop the swinging on these branches
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
bloodshed 
Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats 
In this game, put shine up for grabs 
I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime
off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV
And if there ain't no papes there's no show
I'll just chill and return to kick em in the grill

[Chorus]

[Red
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
stoppin me?
I got the pressures of the WORLD on my little back
My nerves are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by
a girl, a wife or a playboy book

one more time
[CHORUS]

sitting at a red light
Trying to get my head right
This girl pass with a monster-ass
Mentally
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon