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“Can’t Wait”
Redman from the 1994 album Dare Iz A Darkside.

I’m like “Ruhh!! Ruhh!!” like I have cerebral palsy
My flows bees wet like all you girls drawers be
crack the Phills, spread the buddah, then the hiddash,
roll it up and then ask, “Who chipped in for the 10 bag?”
Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures,
pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras
It’s the truth, like funk 180-proof
Don’t drop your drawers, I’ll f–k through your daisy-dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if your high (high)
I walk by (by), so F a drive (by)
I swing up in it, ’bout as average as half as
good as Reggie Jackson’s, that’s why you talk backwards
and chumps be on some Bogard s–t like Humphrey
You couldn’t beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet,
or 90210, f–k it yo;
In the movies, I’m the n—a puffin’ buddah in the back row

Chorus: Repeat 8X

(I can’t wait to get it on…)

Verse Two:

I’m just a smoky boy, I’m from the Land of the Lost,
you can’t see me like Charlie’s Angels’ boss,
I’m often coolin’ round the bliddocks
I rock round the cliddocks
My gliddock cocked from here to 16 & Lennox
Ask Roger Thomas if I’m gettin’ scopic
I was milk like two tits, but now I’m butter like Blue Bonnet
Now who got the funk?! (We got the funk!)
A yo, well I got the weed! (We got the blunt!)
I never sniff, I used to pump buddahs in the jam,
back in ’88 when it was 20s in a gram (rizzam)
You couldn’t read me in braille, hell,
I write my names on walls and smoke spots when I’m by an el
The fly guy with Force like Luke Sky’
Down for a moise trois, b—h if you’re fly
The funkadelic, been rockin’ mics since the fourth grade
I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzenegg’
(Dum-ti-dum) Rock like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, funk by the ton, ja bumps!
Please, my whole crew’s makin’ cheese
Tonight’s the night baby, so suck up on these!
and it’s hot!


Verse Three:

I said I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the chonk
I set s–t off like Boba Fett
Big up to all my n—a in the housing projects
I’m runnin’ up in your contingents to split your guts (round and round)
If you get scared of my lines when I rock well,
Got Wits like Pernell, s–t’s the bomb like Akinyele
Rikity-rockit, mine, the best to knock this
Waste n—a like toxic, wet like galoshes
Can I handle my biz’? (Yes you can!)
I cause chaos and bring a lot of Def to Jams
Yes I can, now act stupid, I’ll pop the trunk!
(Cla clunk!) Now gimme a (Babump babump!)
Oooh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes
Y’all f—-ts slepped on my Huffman and Koos
Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow, & Cool B,
Switchin’ speeds like Bruce Lee ridin’ a Fuji in a movie
I drop it on the one, f–k the two-three
Funky like a box of Coogis on looseleaf


Yo yo did you hear that?
Yo I be sayin some s–t
Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee
ridin a Fuji, in a movie
Now if you didn’t get it…
Laugh now…
and figure that s–t out when you get home!

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.