The Red [2007 Version] - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Madlib]

(Aye, man... you hear that... you hear that shit right there? Damn!)

Shh! Y'all niggas like, "What the fuck is this?" (Shit!)

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

{*hocks and spits*} Huh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my nigga

Only haters holla they can't feel us

Niggas wanna get looser than we (Looser than we?!)

But just gon' be a loser to me and Dilla

(Ach!) Killa, talk 'bout how you peel caps

But, nigga, you're softer than a pillow

Backslappin' ya neck, while you're covered in wreck

'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to 'spect

(That nigga always lying...) (Hey, pass the weed!)

Any way, I'm straight high off the trees

Your girl don't wanna lie, she just wanna get on her knees

{*inhales smoke*} Turn it up (Aye!)

Y'all niggas must be outta ya head

If your system ain't up to the red

[Verse 2: Madlib, Quasimoto]

(...What was that you said right now? What was that??)

Instant leeway, instant replay, instant relay

Instant MC, producer, and DJs

I do this shit without a cell, beeper, or 3-way

You're comin' off like like you're "G"-ay

{*pause*} (Any way... aye!)

Peace to A.G.

Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Seiji

(Oh, shit... look over there!)

Yo, ya'll nigga's wild, like wildlife animals

Hannibal, cannibals (Whoop!) (What else?)

Um... male-bashers, womanizers

Nymphos, niggas in disguises (Ay, watch out!)

(What else?) Fine women it, 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

Uhn! Get ready!

Let's go!

Huh!!!