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)
Noorotic
Redman Lyrics
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If you need to get high there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment
I can't tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And kiss your black ass goodbye!!
When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like crackin' brews with bitches
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatever
Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin'
I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin' the clappin'
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
Blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin with they ass full of stitches
Woo! I just don't give a fuck
I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin' 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin' the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
Funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin'?
Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder
I'm seein' a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They attackin' me, they slowin' they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
Pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin'
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
And to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with
Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District
So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck
Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden
Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
Voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers
Hold hold hold, wait wait wait
Let me school this bitch
Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this
And come back on the mic?
I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin' off slingshots
Talkin' shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
And let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
'Cause I'm nasty like that
In Redman's song "Noorotic," he starts off by warning passengers to buckle up their seat belts because things are about to get wild. He also advises them to use an oxygen mask if needed and kiss their black asses goodbye if things go south. Then, the song takes a turn towards the rap game, where Redman asserts his dominance over the industry with his quick-witted rhymes and metaphors. He compares himself to a gift for Christmas, and his rhymes to the menthalyptus vapors that can shatter walls. He further describes his power to rain down funk and terror to his competition, who he likens to dolls in factories. He also says he can travel through universes, freeze time and even phone home to ET's home for stash spots.
In the next part of the song, Redman expands on his abilities by claiming to have voltage and funk for days. He boasts of his power to roast motherfuckers from east to west coast and even hints at being involved in gangs, with a subtle nod to The Warriors movie. He also claims that his rhymes have enough power to leave ink spots on blocks where most people are still using slingshots. Redman also takes a jab at his haters, saying that they don't know him and that he's nasty like that.
Overall, "Noorotic" is a classic example of Redman's lyrical prowess and is filled with intricate rhymes and witty metaphors.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin' seatbelts
Get ready for this ride, motherfuckers, it's gonna be a bumpy one.
If you need to get high there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment
If you wanna get high, I got you covered. Just check the overhead compartment for a mask and some other goodies.
I can't tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up
I'm so fly that even my radio can't keep up with my speed. So don't ask me about the weather.
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
In case we run into any trouble along the way,
Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask
just stay cool and take a hit off this oxygen mask.
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And brace yourself by calmly putting your hands between your legs.
And kiss your black ass goodbye!!
Because if shit hits the fan, it's time to say goodbye to your black ass.
I'm swift like a motherfuckin' gift for Christmas
I'm as fast as a motherfuckin' present on Christmas.
When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
When I release my rhymes into the world, they hit like Halls menthalyptus.
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
My choice of words is so powerful that they break down the barriers of the underground.
Let me be blunt I like crackin' brews with bitches
To be honest, I love drinking beer and hanging out with my female fans.
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatever
Back in 94, I was causing chaos and terror no matter what the situation.
Rainin' on you punks with the funk so get your umbrellas
I'm dropping funky rhymes on you punks so hard that you better bring your umbrellas.
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin'
I'm rolling with my guns and my tennis shoes, what's good?
I got clapped on now I'm the one doin' the clappin'
Someone tried to hurt me but now I'm the one that's delivering the blows.
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
I'm flexible and versatile with my rhymes, like Artifacts making Memorex tapes.
Blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex
I'm rocking so hard that I can blow out a tape deck while wearing more protection than a condom.
Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
My skills are so hot that I make other rappers act like bitches going through menopause.
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin with they ass full of stitches
Some people might think I'm faking it, but they'll end up with their ass full of stitches.
Woo! I just don't give a fuck
I'm so badass that I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about me.
I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
I'll hurt you so bad that I might as well bite your entire nipple off, that's how sick I am.
Travel around my curse universe
I'm exploring my own universe of curse words and rhymes.
I'm droppin' 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
My rhymes are so hot that I'm dropping the temperature to Red Alert.
Droppin' the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit
I'm not afraid to use slang, but I will also blow your mind with some real shit.
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
Let's smoke some weed and vibe together so you can really feel my rhymes.
Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus
I'm so good at verbally abusing other rappers that you might as well call child protective services.
I'm a warrior to the heart but I didn't kill Cyrus
I'm a warrior at heart, but unlike Cyrus (from The Warriors), I don't kill people.
Noorotic my style format rocks the project
My unique style of rap is making waves in the projects.
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
I'm so sick with my rhymes that I can even make a chief of police on narcotics feel ill.
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
If you give me some time, I'll free your mind and take your rhymes to the next level.
Funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
I'll make you feel some funky emotions that will take you to the brink of overdose.
Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin'?
Who's the rapper that got your crew jumping and shouting?
Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
I don't need guns to get people hyped, just some funky beats that hit like Van Halen.
I'm in the world with Jacob's Ladder
I'm navigating through the world with the determination and ambition of Jacob's Ladder.
I'm seein' a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
I'm noticing a lot of copycat rappers pretending to be out of breath like they have asthma.
They attackin' me they slowin' they rhymes down actually
Those copycats are trying to copy my style, but they're slowing down their own rhymes in the process.
They got factories with little dolls named after me
Those copycats are so obsessed with me that they've started manufacturing dolls with my name on them.
But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
But there's no doubt that my funk rhymes are so powerful that they affect the entire atmosphere.
Pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin'
I'll take advantage of other rappers so hard that it's like I'm molesting them.
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
I'm proudly repping Newark, New Jersey.
My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
My mind is so focused and advanced that I can contact ET's home planet with my thoughts.
And to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
And I'm asking ET to hook me up with some secret spots to hide my guns.
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with
Shout out to Prince Street and Avon Ave, where I like to roll my joints.
Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District
I've got some fat weed that I'm passing through Bedrock and Diamond District.
So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck
So what's the big deal if someone shot at me while I was in my truck?
Then I laughed 'cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
I just laughed because I don't care about money, I just wanted my bag of tapes.
Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit
My rhymes are fantastic, fabulous, and fat as fuck.
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden
My rhymes are the bomb, like Elway throwing bombs on a video game.
Fuck that let's get to the point my shit's the joint I roast
Forget all the small talk, my rhymes are the shit and I will roast anyone in a rap battle.
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
I'm coming for motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast, even at breakfast.
Voltage I got funk for days by the buckets
I've got so much funky electricity in me that I could power a small town for days.
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers
PPP is a group of wild motherfuckers.
Hold hold hold wait wait wait
Hold up, wait a minute.
Let me school this bitch
Let me teach this idiot a lesson.
Yo bitch my shit is tight can any MC do this
Hey, bitch, my rhymes are tight, can any other rapper match this?
And come back on the mic?
And come back with even more fire on the mic?
I think not my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
I don't think so, my rhymes are so powerful that they leave ink spots all over the page.
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin' off slingshots
I'm killing it on the block while you're still playing with slingshots, you punk-ass bitch.
Talkin' shit about me when I'm drivin' by slowly
You're talking shit about me while I'm just driving by slowly, minding my own business.
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
You're saying all kinds of shit about me when half of you don't even know who I am.
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
And just because of that, I'll let your girl suck my dick from the back as revenge.
And let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
And I'll let your moms give me cornrows on my ass as well.
'Cause I'm nasty like that
Because I'm just that nasty, that's why.
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