What I'm After

That's what i'm after tell me what i'm after
 [Redman] (I'm after the gold then after that the platnium)
 [x4]
 [Mr.Funky]
 Once again it's the real ill microphone enhancer
 Smoking mc's till i'm down from blunt enter
 The mase is in my hand but i'm not afraid to shoot ya
 Nobody can see me high in da future
 So you know that no one can ever hurt me
 Because i'm ill
 (like what)
 Like herpies
 And I really don't give a damn who you are
 Mr.Funky man all hail i'm da funkular
 Now in 1985 when the funk started to rock
 Tryin to do the human beatbox like
 (BOOM HAH HAH BOOM BOOM HAH HAH)
 All up in da place you can spit in yo face
 Then when da beatbox start play
 That's when I started rocking mic's
 Make you wack mc's wanna fight
 Because they alwayas try to battle Just to see who is da best
 To see who is da best
 So you know I have to roll on the quest
 For what i'm after
 [Course]
 (I'm after the gold then after that the platnium)
 Hip hop and props that's what what i'm after
 (I'm after the gold then after that the platnium)
 Stacks of those plaq's that's what were after
 [Repeat]
 [DOITALL]
 If it's hip hop that makes yo knees knock
 Turn us up box
 I know you peep da sound it's the lords on the block
 It's da list now this is how I live now
 Making people get down to my funky sound
 Ever since I heard the sound I wanted to be down
 Here's my demo tape wont you please pass it down
 So I can get paid and have thing's like I said
 A car, a yacht, a house with a maid
 But wow! slow down the party ain't that easy
 Oh my god I think I let that video dicive me
 No matter as long as the rhymes are the phatter
 I bet yo billboard has me top of da ladder
 Publishing like loving, I learded that from my cousin
 Write you on tour you'll see thousands like the dozens
 And after all dat if yo games phat
 All I want to see is da golden platnium plaq
 [Course]
 [Lord Jazz scrathes for a while]
 [Mr.Funky]
 Now it's 1995
 And I finally got my foot in da door
 Got props I want more
 Cause i'm definitly not where I used to be
 But i'm no where near where I wanna be
 I wanna be able to go out and buy a golf range
 And still walk away with change
 Until then there's no time to be wasting
 So I gotta keep on chasing
 [DOITALL]
 Well! what i'm after that's simple
 Come on and peep the mental
 This ghetto born kid blowin up on instrumentals
 What's the matter oh I know you can't peep my pattern
 My style is desined to shed light like a lantern
 Click click click now the light's directly on yo ear
 If you peep da sound then run go tell a peer
 What happined did you get locked by my rappin
 You had to cause gold and the plat is what i'm after
 [Course till fades]