[Intro: Erick Sermon]

Yo Reggie, uh

D-E-F Squad

Muddy Waters

Don't get it twisted, nigga

[Verse 1: Redman]

Ayo, everybody in this motherfucker will get touched

Fuck such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs

Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques

I beez that, Freak of the Week like I made Knee Deep

Hold up! Rotate around the solar, Madder than Cobra

Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers

I'm sautéein' MC's with fried rice up in the wok

Without the MSG and chopped celery

See, I made it, my flavor situated

From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated

Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers

Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases

Lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin

Get you hollerin', like Marvin Gaye

When his father shot him in the chest

I roll with two stacks of TECs

And mad niggas in sets that'll roll up in your rest, UHH!

Mister Fantastic's crafted off that 50 sack of ass kick

When I'm blasted, my mathematics get drastic

That you can't see with bifocals

Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers

I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk

That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vanderbilt

I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can back it

Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket"

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]

It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can win

Those who know the biz, know we rap kids, get biz

You'll digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest

Then I copycat, kill the rest

With no method to my madness

Bless the apparatus with the baddest

Determined to be the last man, standing on the planet

You'll get attached, like a blood sucking leech

When you fall into my rhythm of speech

Your ears get embraced with a touch of the bass

Head get wrapped up, neck get thrown in a neck brace

Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?

Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew

My objective, the way I live, is kinda primitive

See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give

Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master

Cast to the masses, grabs the mic

Ten dollar rappers is what L.O.D. goes after (Tweek, Tweek)

To my Squad, there's no matches, we mashes

Do photo flashes in all flavor S-classes

Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini Mac to your back

Tie you up, throw you in the Ac'

A public figure, who walks around with a jaded jigger

'Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up

[Verse 3: Jamal & (Erick Sermon)]

Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go

Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble

Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic

Playing that big shit get broke down microscopic

Bring it back keep the track ringing, with the bassline

It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine

Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace

Around and round, avoiding the time to put it down

Now's the time here, yeah

(Clown where, pick a spot

Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot)

Gangsta, so called killin', cap peelin', playalistic

I mean, is all that shit realistic?

Play your cards, God, black keep your hand held tight

Nightfall might call your life, shit is trife

On these evil streets after dark

Niggas gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk

New day, seriously, this whole shit's twisted...(As a man)

It's me bombin' on these niggas shitlisted, Mally G

Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G

Hopin' to rise in thee, industry with E

The villain's at it 'cause I had it (Word up, yeah)

Killin' my psychosomatic pattern rhythmatic (Yeah)

[Outro: Erick Sermon]

Y'all know, uhh, yeah

Muddy Waters, we out for '97

Word up, peace