Redman's solo career continued throughout the remainder of the decade, with each of his albums selling at least half a million copies. His musical style has remained very consistent, rarely deviating from a combination of Redman's unique braggadocious wit and hard, P-funk-influenced beats. In addition to releasing albums under his own name, he is part of the group Def Squad (along with Keith Murray and Erick Sermon) with whom he released the 1998 album El Nino, and also has formed a close partnership with labelmate Method Man (of the Wu-Tang Clan) with whom he released the 1999 album Blackout!. The long-awaited follow-up, Blackout! 2, apeared in 2009.
He has also collaborated extensively, both with hip-hop artists and with artists from other genres; the long list of artists and groups he has worked with includes Wyclef Jean, Snoop Dogg, Scarface, The Offspring, Christina Aguilera, Eminem, Gorillaz, D'Angelo, Me'shell Ndegeocello, 2Pac, Jodeci, Cypress Hill, De La Soul, KRS One and IAM.
In 2001 Redman co-starred with Method Man in the stoner comedy film How High, which featured the pair playing two marijuana-addled students attempting to survive at Harvard. Method Man and Redman also appear in the Def Jam Vendetta video game series, often as Tag Team partners, and briefly had their own television sitcom, Method & Red, on Fox during the 2004-2005 season.
Redman is also featured on the video game "True Crime: New York City", in which the central character interacts with an undercover street cop based upon the rap star, who also provides the voice for him.
Aliases
* Funk Doc
* Funk Doctor Spock
* Doc
* Reggie
* Reggie Noble
* Soopaman Luva
Discography:
Albums
* 1992: Whut? Thee Album
* 1994: Dare Iz a Darkside
* 1996: Muddy Waters
* 1998: Doc's Da Name 2000
* 1998: El Nino (with Eric Sermon and Keith Murray)
* 1999: Blackout! (Method Man & Redman)
* 2001: Malpractice
* 2007: Red Gone Wild
Singles
* 1992: "Blow Your Mind"
* 1993: "Time 4 Sum Aksion"
* 1993: "Tonight's da Night"
* 1994: "Rockafella"
* 1995: "Can't Wait" (US #94)
* 1995: "How High" (with Method Man) (US #13)
* 1996: "Funkorama" (from Insomnia: The Erick Sermon Compilation Album)
* 1996: "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" (US #95)
* 1997: "Pick It Up"
* 1997: "Whateva Man" (US #42)
* 1998: "I'll Bee Dat!"
* 1999: "Da Goodness"
* 1999: "Let Da Monkey Out"
* 2001: "Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in Da Club)" (US# 97)
* 2001: "Smash Sumthin'"
* 2007: "Put it Down"
Filmography
* 1999: Colorz of Rage
* 1999: PIGS
* 2000: Boricua's Bond
* 2001: Statistic: The Movie
* 2001: How High
* 2002: Stung
* 2003: Thaddeus Fights the Power!
* 2004: Method & Red
* 2004: Seed Of Chucky
* 2006: High Times Stony Awards (Cohost)
[2]
REDMAN is a Japanese rock-band formed in 2013. The members have different backgrounds which are reflected in their music. They have influences from heavy rock, emo, pop, but are always powerful.
“RED” stands for the passion they have.
Vo. Satoshi Ishikawa (ギルガメッシュ)
Gt. Ryo Sugihara (Towalens)
Gt. Rihito Sonoki (ex-SPLAY)
Ba. Soichiro Yoshioka (Towalens)
Dr. Keito Oukuma (THE HEROES SYNDICATE)
Bricks Two
Redman Lyrics
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Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
[Pacewon]
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
Like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin
[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
[Roz]
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the are room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the be-are-I, see-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?
[Shooga Bear]
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit
[Chorus]
[Double O]
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day
[Redman]
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
The song "Bricks Two" features various rappers from Brick City, New Jersey, including Redman, D-Don, Pacewon, Roz, Shooga Bear, and Double O. The lyrics focus on the tough street life of Brick City and how the rappers have survived and thrived in that environment. The opening verse introduces the themes of drinking, smoking, and partying, followed by each rapper taking a turn showcasing their unique style and experiences.
D-Don boasts about his success and street credibility, despite never having a mainstream hit, while Pacewon raps about staying true to his roots and taking pride in his underground status. Roz delivers raw and powerful lyrics about her aggressive approach to competition and survival on the streets, while Shooga Bear shows off his impressive wordplay and rhyming skills. Double O comes in with a no-nonsense attitude and aggressive rhymes, while Redman ties it all together with his signature flow and appreciation for his hometown.
Overall, the song presents a gritty yet celebratory view of life in Brick City, with each rapper adding their unique perspective.
Line by Line Meaning
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
It's absolutely beneficial, my friend
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
D-Don has problems, but he has a team that will ignore you
Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
Oh boy! I earn more money than anyone else
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I have weapons that I can use to cause destruction
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I keep it real and authentic in a hat
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
Even though I haven't had a hit song, I still receive praise like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
I'm highly regarded and respected in the neighborhood
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
I'm even more unknown than something buried deep in your basement
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
I have braids in my hair and gold teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I will start a conflict if you cause me trouble
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
I shoot rapidly like a machine gun
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I prepare my weapon and shoot at your entire group
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
I'm from Brick City all day, every day
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I come from the projects and I'm striving for a better life
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I have experienced extreme difficulties
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I embody the characteristics of a hustler, and I'm ready for action
I still got money buried in my back yard
I still have hidden money in my backyard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
I have a rough and tough demeanor, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
My music is so good that it makes you nod your head
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
And I rap in a way that leaves you amazed like a religious hymn
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
We come from a neighborhood where drug dealing and car theft are common
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
Kids in the neighborhood show respect by greeting you with excitement
Like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
They see you as someone who can fix their problems and make them feel better
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
I'm always confident because my underground reputation is still strong
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
I make a living from rapping and I will probably continue doing it until I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
If you're talented, where have you been? Your raps are not truthful
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
I'm authentic, the one who offers a genuine experience
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
I go on tour, come back home, and make a movie that earns four million dollars
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
What the dedicated hip-hop fans in the neighborhood would consider impressive
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
You will never see me with only small amounts of money at the extravagant places
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
I'm a creative rapper who comes up with new styles
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
When I rap, it has such an impact that people are left stunned for days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
You will never see me with superficial women, they are fake
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
I prefer to hang out with a promiscuous girl wearing sunglasses
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
Until the day I become wealthy like Bruce Wayne (Batman)
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
I will deliver my rhymes with confidence and authority
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
I'm driving through your neighborhood with six new gold chains
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
Causing major disruption and chaos
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
There's no question that I have control over the entire area
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin
From Chancellor Avenue to Central Avenue, a thousand men are eagerly waiting
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
That's what's happening in New Jersey
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
You heard me light the marijuana blunt
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Continue to party and have a good time
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Messing with me is a dangerous situation for anyone in my group
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Don't even attempt to challenge me because I will completely destroy you and your accomplices
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
I'm next in line to take action, I'm tired of dealing with certain individuals
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
I release songs that shock and surprise people
Roz spit rawness
Roz raps with authenticity and rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
I perform everywhere, from different states to local neighborhoods
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
My lyrics have a significant impact, even the authorities are monitoring us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
There were many people who didn't want me to succeed
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
But I won't give up, I'll just take a break like a toll booth payment system
Back up and give the are room
Step back and create some space
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
Or we will fight and cause more chaos than animated characters in a bar
In my city they don't pop they collar
In my city, people don't wear their collars popped
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
Those who do, get shot and scream in pain
I'm from the be-are-I, see-K-S
I'm from the BRI, CKS (Brick City)
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
My group is skilled and ready to take on any conflict
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Any group that challenges us will face their demise
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?
Question yourself, do you truly want to face the consequences of provoking us?
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
I speak loudly and clearly so that everyone can hear me
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
There's a rule that says you can't copy or imitate my style
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
My punches are so powerful that they create a visual impact
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
So anyone who wants to start trouble, I'm challenging them right now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
I rap phenomenally, I continue until I'm physically exhausted
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
The combination of my lyrics are so impactful that they destroy entire groups
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
I still defeat other rappers effortlessly, I have no fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
With my incredibly impressive skills, I shock and amaze listeners
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
I represent the essence of hip-hop, pure and unadulterated
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
I wear scarves and boots while accompanied by a large group armed with guns
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Now support me, I shoot bullets with my Glock 50 handguns
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
When I rap, I bring a unique and unexpected twist to the lyrics, as if it were done by a fictional character like Spock
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
I never cared about how much money other rappers made
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
But if they brag and show off, I will respond with violence
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
You all can analyze my skills, witness how I immobilize groups
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit
And disrupt all of you, I don't like what you're doing
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a nasty and contagious disease, and now I have silenced you
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
I come from a strong and powerful lineage, just like Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
I swear on my mother, those jokes are no longer funny
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
You continue to talk excessively until I cause damage and ruin your ability to speak
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's Double O once again, still active and armed
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
I have incredible stamina, I continue to have success
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
You talk about violent acts as if you're experienced and ruthless
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
And you haven't even spent ten minutes in the back of a police car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
They act tough in front of weak people, but I'm loyal and authentic to the neighborhood
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
You guys are incomplete and lacking, like having only one buttock
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
I am strong and confident, while you are soft like Swiss Miss hot chocolate
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
My crew will intimidate your group and force them to retreat
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
The people from Brick City are back, armed with weapons
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
It's not authentic unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim are involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
I have done everything from committing robberies to selling drugs
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
And you guys just pretend and make jokes about it
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Acting immaturely, I think you want me to punish you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
Reaching the ninety-ninth position on the charts, with a heavy weight dragging you down
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
And if you guys don't like what I'm saying
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley every single day
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City, that's how it happens, calm down
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Brick City, that's how it happens, enjoy your drink
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Hey, Brick City, that's how it happens, calm down
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
Hey, Brick City...
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Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, ERICK SERMON
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