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)
Da Ill Out
Redman Lyrics
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D F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted nigga
Ayo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
Fuck such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
I beez that, freak of the week like I made Knee Deep
Hold up! Rotate around the solar, badder than Cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers
I'm sauteein 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
Uh! 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"
It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck 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, standin' on the planet
You'll get attached, like a blood suckin' 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 directive, through where 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 bashes
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
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
Playin' that big shit get broke down microscopic
Bring it back keep the track ringin', 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, avoidin' 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
Night fall 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 (is it man)
It's me bombin' on these niggas shitlist and Mally G
Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin' to rise in thee, industry with E
The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah)
Killin' my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy Waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace
In the song "Da Ill Out" by Redman, the rapper comes out strongly to assert his dominance in the rap world. The rapper is not afraid to let everyone know that he is a force to reckon with. The opening line of the song "Yo, Reggie, I'm out," tells us that Redman is the one controlling the game, and he's telling his buddy which direction to follow.
In the first verse, Redman talks about how he rolls so tight that no one can touch him. He confidently tells us that he is the freak of the week and can rock anyone to sleep with his unique techniques. He also asserts that his stream never sleeps and is bad to the bone, unlike Cobra. In the second verse, he talks about how his squad can win any battle, and anyone who dares to go against them will inevitably lose.
The song speaks strongly of Redman's personality, resolve, and strength. It showcases his confidence, pride in his ability and the loyalty he has to his friends. Indeed, it is a powerful anthem that gives one a sense of motivation and inspiration to be their best self in whatever field they find themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo Reggie, I'm out
Hey Reggie, I'm leaving
Ayo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
Hey everyone in this place will face consequences
Fuck such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
Ignore those irrelevant people, I am secure and in control
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I dominate and defeat my opponents skillfully
I beez that, freak of the week like I made Knee Deep
I am the most outstanding and talented individual, comparable to the song 'Knee Deep'
Hold up! Rotate around the solar, badder than Cobra
Wait! I move around with power and confidence, more dangerous than a snake
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers
I stay composed and vigilant, always ready to perform
I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok
I am effortlessly defeating other rappers with my impeccable skills
See, I made it, my flavor situated
You see, I have achieved success and established my unique style
From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
From the impressive microphone I use to deliver my lyrics, which leave a lasting impact on your mind
Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers
Additionally, I am solid and substantial like stacks of money
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases
Arrogant MCs lose their confidence and become insignificant
Lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin'
The words I'm using and the knowledge I'm acquiring
Get you hollerin;, like Marvin Gaye when his father shot him
I cause a strong emotional reaction, like when Marvin Gaye was tragically killed by his own father
In the chest, I roll with two stacks of Tecs
In my possession, I have two powerful guns
And mad niggas in sets that'll roll up in your rest
And I have a large group of guys who will come to your place and cause trouble
Uh! Mister Fantastic's crafted off that 50 sack of ass kick
Uh! My skills are extraordinary and developed from years of delivering powerful blows
When I'm blasted, my mathematics get drastic
When I'm under the influence, my calculations and decisions become extreme
That you can't see with bifocals
Those things are beyond your comprehension
Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers
Observing other rappers experiencing success and failure, similar to stock market traders
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk
I overwhelm your mind with my exceptional talent
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vanderbilt
My skills are harsher and more intense than Gloria Vanderbilt's jeans
I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can back it
I confidently talk a lot of trash, and can support it with action
Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket"
Your friend will tell you to wipe away your embarrassment
It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can win
There is no challenge or competition that my group cannot conquer
Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids, get biz
Those who understand the industry know that we excel and make things happen
You'll digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
You will experience the harsh reality and consequences of your actions
Then I copycat, kill the rest
After that, I imitate and outperform everyone else
With no method to my madness
I act without a clear strategy or plan
Bless the apparatus with the baddest
I bring the most incredible and skilled performance to the industry
Determined to be the last man, standin' on the planet
I am determined to remain successful and recognized among all others
You'll get attached, like a blood suckin' leech
You will become emotionally and mentally connected to me, unable to let go
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
When you get caught up in the flow and style of my words
Your ears get embraced with a touch of the bass
Your ears are entranced and enveloped by the powerful bass of my music
Head get wrapped up, neck get thrown in a neck brace
Your head becomes overwhelmed and disoriented, causing physical discomfort
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
My aggressive rhymes are precise and skillful, challenging others who dare to compete
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
Ironically, I will effectively destroy you and everyone you associate with
My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive
My purpose, based on my environment, is somewhat basic and instinctive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give
I thoroughly analyze the issue and find a solution, forcing things to change
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
I enter the music scene, confident and under the influence, dominating as the master
Cast to the masses grabs the mic
I capture the attention of the audience and take control of the microphone
Ten dollar rappers is what L.O.D. goes after (Tweek, Tweek)
I target and expose low-quality, insignificant rappers with my crew L.O.D.
To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes
In my group, there is no competition, we overpower and defeat our opponents
Do photo flashes in all flavor S-classes
We capture attention and make flashy appearances in luxurious S-class vehicles
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
We launch a powerful attack with our lyrics, as if using a small machine gun against you
Tie you up, throw you in the Ac'
We restrain and punish you, leaving you trapped and helpless
A public figure, who walks around with a jaded jigger
As a well-known figure, I carry a cynical attitude
Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up
Because I don't care about anyone else, that's for sure
Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Muddy Waters, this is how I should start my introduction
Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble
I deliver a smooth and intoxicated flow specifically for Reggie Noble
Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic
Do not mess with me, Mally G, it is not rational
Playin' that big shit get broke down microscopic
Attempting to act superior will only expose your flaws and weaknesses
Bring it back keep the track ringin', with the bassline
Let's bring the energy back and keep the music playing, with a powerful bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
It is significant and satisfying when you appreciate and enjoy my unique style
Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace
Confront the harsh reality and fear the rapid pace at which I attack
Around and round, avoidin' the time to put it down
Continuously moving and avoiding the right time to showcase my skills
Now's the time here yeah
The time is now, right here, yes
Clown where, pick a spot
Confront me, choose a specific location
Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot
Regardless of the location, we are fearless and willing to shoot
Gangsta, so called killin', cap peelin'
Being a gangster, supposedly involved in killing and shooting
Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic
Promoting a playboy lifestyle, but is any of it actually realistic?
Play your cards God, black keep your hand held tight
Make wise decisions, my brother, hold your hand firmly
Night fall might call your life, shit is trife
Dangerous situations may arise, life can be harsh and unfair
On these evil streets after dark
In these dangerous streets during nighttime
Niggas gettin' sparked left and outlined in chalk
People are being shot and killed, their bodies left marked on the ground
New day, seriously this whole shit's twisted
With each new day, it becomes increasingly clear that this whole situation is chaotic and complicated
It's me bombin' on these niggas shitlist and Mally G
I am attacking and confronting those who dislike me, along with Mally G
Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Wake up and understand the truth, acknowledge who is a true gangster
Hopin' to rise in thee, industry with E
Aspiring to succeed in the music industry, along with my partner E
The villain's had it cause ahead
The antagonist has reached a breaking point
Killin' my psychosomatic pattern mad
Destroying my psychological pattern in a rage
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy Waters
You all are aware, yes, this is Muddy Waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace
We are ready for 1997, expressing agreement and wishing peace
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC
Written by: ERICK S. SERMON, KEITH OMAR MURRAY, REGGIE NOBLE, JAMAL PHILLIPS
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