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)
How High
Redman Lyrics
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Tippy? Tippy?
How High?
The Ultimate High
[Method Man]
Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Who the fuck want to die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, hmm
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects
I represent the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
[Redman]
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all why'all niggaz hit the decks!
Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide
[Method Man]
10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all night store
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
[Redman]
I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a licking off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?
[Chorus]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smoking Buddha on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So High that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick
[Method Man]
Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast
Hailin from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
[Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]
As I run around with a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
[Redman]
Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hitting switches, Twisting wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
Fuck the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle
(Yo Red, yo Red!)
Punk ass pussy ass
[You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it]
Word up Tical, We Out
(It's over)
The song "How High" is a collaboration between Redman and Method Man. The song is symbolic in its title "How High?" as it describes the effects of the marijuana high. The song's theme is the use of narcotics, and it highlights the fun that could be had with the use of marijuana. Both Redman and Method Man took turns giving their verses about the high that marijuana gives them. The song is an important one in the 90s Hip-hop culture and reflects the widespread use of cannabis at that time.
Method man delivers the first verse in which he asks who would die for their culture and compares himself to a vulture. He uses the term "Tical" to refer to himself, which means medicinal marijuana in Mandarin. Redman delivers the second verse, describing the collapse of planets, stars and moons. He shifts the focus from space to the effects of narcotics on the human body, using the imagery of pistons, nuts, and bolts to describe the rhythm of sex under the influence of cannabis. They both come together in a chorus where they describe the high as the ultimate high, saying they can kiss the sky.
Line by Line Meaning
Taking it from the top?
Starting the song from the beginning?
Tippy? Tippy?
Are you ready?
How High?
How elevated?
The Ultimate High
The highest level of consciousness
Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Excuse me while I embrace the euphoria
Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye
Enjoying life's pleasures to the fullest
Who the fuck want to die for their culture
Who is willing to sacrifice their life for their beliefs?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Paying close attention to the aftermath of destruction
Tical get, hmm
Representing the Wu-Tang Clan
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Darker than anything you've ever seen
Hit your house'n projects
Invading your neighborhood
I represent the Shaolin my nigga
I am a member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
A chaotic situation with gun violence
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
Everything is crumbling and falling down
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
In a moment of cosmic chaos
When I raise my trigga finga all why'all niggaz hit the decks!
Causing fear and chaos with a single gesture
Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
There's no necessity for violence when dealing with resilient individuals
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
Unfiltered and intense, similar to the Quentin Tarantino film
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
Jealousy is consuming the rapper
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Having more colorful and catchy rhymes than a popular cereal mascot
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
The marijuana is making him feel exhilarated
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide
Interacting with them is extremely dangerous
10 9 8 7 6 5 4
Countdown to a lyrical assault
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Delivering deadly words and rhymes
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Method Man is bringing his aggressive style
Breakin all the rules like glass jaws
Disregarding all expectations and standards
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
You have to work for your success
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
They don't need validation from a tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
Prefer to share the truth and enlighten listeners
More than you bargained for
Providing more than expected
Tical, that stays open like an all night store
Method Man is always ready and available
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Method Man remains authentic and strong like a gun
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
He is ready to attack with deadly force
And end your existence, M-E-T
Method Man will bring an end to your existence
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
There's no point in fighting, surrender to the Wu-Tang Clan
I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
He is the most intense and thrilling experience for anyone under the influence of drugs
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
The fragrance would attract many promiscuous women
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Moving smoothly and efficiently
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough
He doesn't stop pursuing his desires until he is satisfied
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Your performance was unsuccessful, ignite a signal for help
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
Being involved in a negative lifestyle leads to negative consequences
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Numerous possibilities for death, but he selects his own path
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
Adding one more death to the count while catching you off guard
The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
To experience the intense emotions conveyed through the lyrics
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
Breaking the barrier and leaving a lasting impact on the listener
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now
Method Man is requesting support from his fellow rapper
Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now
Women who used to dismiss him are now unable to ignore him
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
He refuses to be forgotten and brings excitement, watch out
Empty off a licking off a hip hop
He discharges his lyrical prowess within the hip hop genre
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
He disregards mainstream success and focuses on his local impact
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?
Questioning the authenticity of artists who rely on paid promotions
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
There's something extraordinary happening
It's the funk doctor spock smoking Buddha on a train
The rapper Redman is enjoying marijuana in a unique and unconventional setting
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
Realize that Method Man is still the same talented rapper
Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
Waiting for the return of his friend Raider Ruckus
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
The real action doesn't start until Raider Ruckus is present
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
Smoking marijuana and entering an intense and energetic state
We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O
They don't want low-quality marijuana, they have their own supply
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Method Man causes chaos with his wild and intense style
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
His lyrics are so powerful they require cleansing and healing
Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece
Surprising and overwhelming others with his unique and unpredictable style
Plus I got no love for the beast
He has no affection or respect for law enforcement
Hailin from the big East Coast
Representing the East Coast hip hop scene
Where niggaz pack toast
Where individuals carry guns
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Known for its illegal drug trade and dangerous criminals
[Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block
Referring to himself as the tough and rebellious individual in the neighborhood
You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]
If someone tries to obstruct his progress, they will face consequences
As I run around with a racist
Referring to his close associates
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
His unique style was influenced by the urban environment he grew up in
Dig it, eff a rap critic
Ignoring the opinions of music critics
He talk about it while I live it
They merely discuss it, but he actually experiences it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
Method Man is always ready to smoke marijuana
Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
He has powerful words, lyrics, and weapons at his disposal
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Entering the scene with explosive and bouncing lyrics
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Causing chaos and destruction with his rapid-fire rhymes
Rollin blunts an all day habit
Smoking marijuana is a regular part of his daily routine
I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
He gets things done with force and determination
Punks take a sip and test
Challenging those who underestimate him
Who split your vest
Who caused damage and tore through your defenses
The funk phenomenon
Method Man is a unique and remarkable presence
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Delivering powerful and explosive rhymes
Blow canals of Panama
Creating pathways and avenues with his music
Just off stamina
He produces quality content without getting tired
Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
His style demands respect and should not be underestimated
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
He prefers women who are genuine and from a certain area
Hitting switches, Twisting wigs with
Changing the game and surprising others with his skills
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
His lyrics are complex and thought-provoking
I dig up in your planets like Diga
He delves deep into the minds of his listeners
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
His presence and skills are frightening, overwhelming you and tearing you apart
Fuck the marines, I got machines
He doesn't rely on military force, he has his own weapons
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
Using his devices to enjoy marijuana and entertain himself
I fly more heads than Continental
He impacts and attracts more fans than a major airline
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
He dominates the competition and defeats them multiple times over
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
He is no fraud, his appearance matches his character
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
He could expose and destroy your career if necessary
I breaks em up proppa
He dismantles and defeats opponents thoroughly
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Referring to an infamous incident involving the late rapper Biggie Smalls
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Method Man combines his musical style with street credibility
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
He possesses the necessary skills and resources
To make your mind tickle
To stimulate and excite your mind
For the nine nickle
With a firearm, the caliber of a .9mm
(Yo Red, yo Red!)
Calling out to his fellow rapper Redman
Punk ass pussy ass
Insulting and dismissing someone disrespectful
[You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it]
Acknowledging his point and ending the conversation
Word up Tical, We Out
Affirming and concluding the message
(It's over)
The song has ended
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC
Written by: KENNETH EDMONDS, BRYCE WILSON, TONI BRAXTON, REGGIE NOBLE, CLIFFORD SMITH, ERICK NOBLE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MikelKiriakos
@@imsofocused4678 you've gotta hear the uncut version...
"Styles not to be fkd with, or played with..
Fk them pretty hoes, I love those section 8 bit-
ches , hitting snitches, twisting wigs with..
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like dig-a...
Boo scared you, blew you to smith -a...
reens, fk the marines I got machines
That like to spit and read mad magazines.
Etc...
@jazzroyale7260
I’ll say 65-70%…
The other percentages is the real dudes who are just as good and keeping Hip Hop alive…
Kendrick Lamar
J Cole
Mick Jenkins
Joey Bada$$
Big KRIT
AB-Soul
Tyler The Creator
JID
Logic
The Underachievers
Flatbush Zombies
Vince Staples
Man the masses fucked it all up 🙄🙄😒
@augustknight3483
I first heard this joint in the middle of summer, '95. It was 90 degrees in Manhattan. I was on vacation in N.Y. I went crazy when I heard this on the radio in our hotel room. I was 15yrs old at the time. Soon as I got back home from vacation, I ran to the local record store and bought the maxi single. I still have it til this day!
@nickolasecker9596
I wish I could have heard this track in its era at that exact point in time. The beat would be perfect for wandering Manhattan.
@pmproben
me the same! :-) Only difference it was Berlin, Germany and we had 25 degrees celsius.
Edit: sorry, I was 16 years of age.
@SpazAteSkittlesOutHerAzz
RIGHT I WAS IN A MOTEL6
@bambam8527
That summer of 95 was insane hip hop. Fast fwd 25 years and look at the shit out now. Smh
@VinDieselXXX
1995 i was 10 years old......I remember hearing this riding across the 145th Street Bridge in moms 1993 Ford Taurus Wagon. And also its a bad memory from high school...year: 2002. i got jumped and robbed for my Enyce shirt which had matched my brand new Air Jordan 17s (they didn't take those because they probably already robbed someone else for em because they had the same jordans on too). So after I ran home half naked I watched 106th and park and if im not mistaken there was a show afterwards that would play older rap videos. I remember hearing this and also nas street dreams.
@bxboro4662
This collaboration was such a big deal back in the 90s. True classic shit!
@robertreeves7675
Even Respect Triple O G
@kevsnoop81
Huge!
@gilbertikpase891
Legend for real