[Shadz of Lingo]
Yeah, this is Colorado from Shadz of Lingo
Kickin it with the Funklord himself, E Double
Hittin' switches, and we bout to get stupid
So you know, yo E, check it
[Erick Sermon]
Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world {";It's on!";}
Mic check, here I go again, check me out
Bust the flavor {";heYYYYYyyyy";} you know my clout
Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact I hit you with
to make your head split, trip and do a backflip
I swing it hardcore like an orangutang
I bring it wicked, and freak the funk slang
like god damn, yea dude gnarly, fuckin A
I don't Play-Doh, my nickname ain't Clay
It's the E Double, mackaframa, bust the grammar
My style is sickening, like Roseanne-ah
Plus, I'm funky like _Atomic Dog_
Boy you can't see me, I'm thicker than fog, so
save that drama, here's a floppy disk don't risk it
Boo-yaa, that's my biscuit!
On the mic, I cover every angle
A square, tri-part to a rectangle
I mean dat wit a passion, so be it
When I rock the mic it's worth seein
So cop a squad and parlay bitch
with the E-R-I-C-K, while I'm hittin' switches
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 2X)
Off and on, off and on, it's on (4X)
Hittin' switches!
[Erick Sermon]
Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk so
RING THE ALARM, ding! While I drop the bomb
on the country, E's gettin funky word to mother
I smother, any emcee or so-called brother
Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
The roughneck from New York City
You wanna mess around with the ill bastard
then get your ass kicked, messin with the click
Def Squad, now on location, with the funky sensation
You wanna step you must be freebasin
Punk, why you playin, you bored?
You can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord
I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery
ummmm, without Agatha Christie (there we go)
You think you know _What's Going On_
without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon let's get down
I spark your brain with all funk material
And gettin wicked, and let Wilson Pickett
Before I break, let me announce - get the bozack
Now we all can bounce, as I'm hittin' switches
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
(Switch) Back in effect mode, droppin loads
Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads
and ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech
Make the contact strong as bleach
Rock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-mite
so I can fly high like Mike and ";Just Do It";
And get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steel
in case there's caps to peel
In the mix, when I flex the context, beware
like when you're havin safe sex
I continue to get brand new, one two
My mic held tight, so I can recite the hype
and get busy, my name is Erick Sermon
Back for the Adventure, without Pee-Wee Herman
For those who don't know, don't act suspicious
while I'm hittin' switches
Chorus
Peace to hoes..
Jeff Stewart's in the motherfuckin house
Peace to Cool V
Peace to D Mac, T Smooth, Todd Lightland
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
Somethin to pump in your ride when you're cruisin
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
Checkin out the female species, peace to the underground
{*shouts out some people, can't tell who*}
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
G, Phil, Cliff, word em up
DLA word em up yo
[Erick Sermon]
here we go cruisin, me and my boys rollin four deep
in the A-U streets, seein who we can meet
Beep beep, a crew of girls in their green Cherokee
Screamin, ";That's Erick G,"; my boys gettin happy B
Err, ERRR, the girls made a U-turn
Pulled up beside me, tires smellin burned (yea yea)
I scoped the whole car yo before I spoke
to see which one was dope before I start actin loc
That's crazy, ";How you doin baby? The one
with the daisies, short top with the paisleys
What's your name? Oh they call you Lucky?";
Had Child's Play on my mind but none of us was Chucky
";So what are you doin? Follow me to my crib";
I had the girls trailin, had my system wailin (boom boom)
Drove off, and my boys screamin loud
Happy for the hoes because they wasn't crows (word me up)
We argued, on who gets who
The first pick is mine, respect from my crew
I took the freaky deaky one who was drivin
She looked like she was widdit, I definitely want to hit it
(word em up) Jeff screamed, ";We're goin out for the cause
and when we get there, we're goin straight for the drawers";
Dude - they was bangin, I must try not to keep them hangin
Yeah - but I find myself singin
Like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah
The girls look so good..
Talkin about the female species
The girls look so good..
Like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Talkin about the female species
[Erick Sermon]
On the way home, damn I almost crashed with my friends
Four girls in two drop-top BM's
Man it must be a dream, I must be on the wrong planet
Four girls, lookin like Janet (yea yea)
+That's the Way Love Goes+ when you're clockin hoes
Nobody knows, but my face expression shows (yea yea)
I was wide open, man I couldn't believe it
If the girl asked me for my truck, I swear she can keep it
(word em up) On the Pharcyde, the girls +Passed Me By+
The ones who was trailin me, goin in the Cherokee
But fuck em, I didn't care anymore
Cause these girls was the flyest bitches I ever saw
(word em up) So me and my boys approached to the cars
Stepped out to the females, lookin like some stars (word em up yo)
Hi, my name is Erick, whassup, how y'all doin?
Just coolin like Levert in y'all tennis skirts (word em up)
How bout y'all comin to my crib and take a swim
and maybe darken up the skins (yeah)
Are you widdit? C'mon, follow me to hook up my friends
with your friends, then we all can be friends, WORD - yeah
Go on the way, I'm jumpin on the highway
Mad traffic and shit, because it was a Friday
I check my rearview, lookin right behind me
Girls in the BM, lookin kinda fine see
My mind playin tricks on me already
Someone turned off the lights, yo it musta been Teddy
Oh somebody tell me what's happenin
I'm caught up, this ain't the way me and my boys was brought up
(word em up) Maybe I'm gettin excited - NOT
There's no doubt in my mind that that girl is hot
Yeah - and matter of fact, she got the BLAZIN looks
Make me wanna sing this hook
Peace to my man Brent
The girls look so good..
Peace to my man Markie - word em up
The girls look so good..
Yeah yeah
The girls look so good..
Yeah
The girls look so good..
Talkin about the female species
[Erick Sermon]
No matter what, like D Mack, call me cousin
All over the world, there's girls by the dozens (yea yea)
You said you a one woman man, stop lyin
It's hard for it to be done, so homes, stop tryin
Motherfucker!
{Beastie Boys sample:
";Here's a little story I gots to tell"; repeats in background}
[Erick Sermon]
Hype, one two like that y'all
Check it out one two y'all
It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all
It's the beat, that makes me wanna ?
Peace to my niggaz
Peace to my mens
Like that, one two y'all, check it out
Sunday's here, the end of the week
And the club's packed and shit, I feel like freakin
Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, ";Yo whattup dude?
Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood
Check this here - I'll pick you up around twelve o'clock
right around the parking lot, I'll find a spot
It's on, man I'll see you soon
in about twelve hours, yeah past noon";
It's the hype yo
It's the hype
Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door
Parlay, and I stepped out hardcore
I tipped the boy park the car in the front
Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
I walked inside, somebody sing, ";Errrick Serrrmon";
That's me, got me in free
Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. section
Sat by the wall, so I can see what's happenin
My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin
Oh no, I see a girl comin towards me
Posse deep, so I paused for the cause G
She approached me, hi, told me her name
I told her my name, then kicked the game
Sat beside me, like Little Miss Tuffet (hello)
Talkin bullshit, knowin I want to fuck it
Basically, I figured she was widdit
So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits
Gimme a call when you get to your crib
So I can get directions, right to where you live
She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open
I'm no jokin, when the E blows the smoke in
Check the Rolex, asked for my check
The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex (whoo!)
Gave me a look like, ";Aren't you Erick Sermon?";
";Yes, and who is it concernin?"; Me, that's the hype
It's the hype
I asked her, ";What time you get off?"; ";Oh, in 15 minutes";
So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard
";Umm, can I take you home?"; ";Sure meet me in the parking lot
I'll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot";
She came out - MAN, she was all that
Cool like that, and stacked like that
She jumped in with a wide open grin
Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend
Got to his house, and gave him dap
He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat
Got to her house, then parked the Jeep
I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep
Walked upstairs, right into the room
with one skylight lookin straight at the moon (yep yep)
She wasted no time, man she was on it
Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed
Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me
I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me
It was her sister, man I must be buggin (ahh shit!)
It's the same girl, I met from the night clubbers
";That's your sister? Oh I didn't know -- I'll go";
and they both screamed, ";Hell no!";
They smiled, with a devilish grin
and the other sister jumped in
That's the hype
It's the hype yo
That's the hype
Word em up, one two it's the hype, check it out yo yo
It's the hype yo
It's the hype, yo it's the hype, word em up it's the hype
Yo ?, take em out
";Kick it over here baby pop!";
Chorus: Murray, Sermon, others
[KM] Swing it over here!
[all] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Swing it over here!
[all] C'mon swing it over here!
[KM] Y'all swing it over here!
[all] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Come swing it over here!
[Red] Yo, swing it over there!
Verse One: Keith Murray
My rap style is swift like boom bips
so come get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of competition as ?? and
Keith Murray is the vocabulary champ
?Come in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four times
and nobody got a style like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
regardless, tryin to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines with L.O.D.
Then bend you out of shape like a master Yogi
I put my head through your chest, just to see
who's next in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse
Chorus: change to [all] throughout
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
Cling cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than Don King without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split 'fore I explode - BOOM!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on suspension
for being closed minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it right
and keep it hardcore and more blacker than Wesley Snipes
To my crew there's no match
You want more funk then here's another batch, yo I
Chorus: [all] throughout
";The Redman that's what they call me"; --> EPMD's 'Headbanger' (repeat 3X)
[ED] Oh no, here comes the Funkadelic Redman
Verse Three: Redman
Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! Could this be
the funk that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now Richard Dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your Walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
WAKE UP! While the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ?Seka? pussy papers
when I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the Empire
to ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
a whole pound of weed and couldn't see me off the TV!
I.
It's on breaker 1, 2 mike checkin'
flexin no half steppin
when I release the funky weapon
like Ricochet ping ping ping.
I make fans fell it even when I sing.
The green eyed bandit coming funky with the tune yes
I'm blowing up like Tom Berringer in Platoon.
I'm playing kinda ruff like Zapp
whapp and E-Double smack to all the crossover raps black
who ain't down with the format
when you should be wearing khakis and not dress slacks
that's wack
you trippin you better wake up and smell the coffee
and then back up off me
I serious I can't believe some people letting frontiers in
and then compare them equal boy you must be buggin
you lucky you don't catch a slug in the chest in
from the Smith and Wessons.
Change the out look
change the cover of the book
you hip hop crook and give back what you took.
It's the Funk coming at cha
so don't let the crossover catch ya.
Boy stay real.
II.
It's on again yeah about the fake hip hop trends
for those who can't comprehend just ask your friends
they know the real deal of rap music no frontin
you can't be talking loud and saying nothing
you must be true to the game you understand
and if not I could kill you man
for being false plus extra fake on the tape
talking hardcore when you soft like a piece of cake.
You can't put nothing pass me that horrendous cause
I've been here since strictly business
the era of Eric and Rakim, Biz, Public Enemy, Run-DMC,
Houdini, The Beasties, Stetsa, Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff, LL
when he was rockin bells.
Sucker which fake emcee is rearranging the structure band
the motherf--ker. And don't let this happen again
cause rap could be gone the wind.
So stay real.
III.
Yes I'm back Black for those who might be confused
and lost and don't wanna pay the cost
of me hardcore style type a human being
on the microphone when I be emceeing.
Some fake the Funk and Main Source know it
how do I know cause MTV shows it.
Clowns that should be beat down on the spot
and catching nothing but speed knots the bumbadots
I insist we veto all fake emcees and wanna be's
that's worst than the AIDS disease.
So wake up Spike Lee Joint
and don't be a knucklehead and get to the point
with the Funk and pump up the volume
make the wild tune to make the party boom
peace to Redman the Rap Funkadelic
the only emcee that's compared to Erick because I'm real.
sex
have some sex
safe sex
word 'em up
okay, it's time for some action
a little passion, some booty waxin'
for the bozac, make sure he's strapped
and if baby got back, then yo, we with that
call up a few people on the phone
yo we're havin' a party, at my private home
some bring some chronic, plus some brew
call up your girl and invite her too
come active and bring purple lactives
'cause we're gonna get more busy than gymnastics
and do the humpty hump all night
so when you come with the boy, make sure you're right
it's nine o'clock, party starts at ten
so enough for now, I'll talk to you then
later, huh, I'll see you when you get here
and make it quick, ah yeah
time for some safe sex
[Chorus]
safe sex
safe sex
safe sex
we all need (safe sex)
ding dong, there goes the bell
I opened up the door and oh, what the hell
it was a buncha niggas standin' by my door
I said come in, but respect my floor
that means take off your shoes and englands
'cause I'm a gentleman, some say distinguished
all of y'all put your things up in the kitchen
and the rest of y'all sit down and listen
be free and relax in what you're wearin'
let's all be happy like Bobby McFerrin
and get loose and produce the funky juice
and let's swing this shit like they swing a forty deuce
they want some reggae, like some flex
time to have sex
and it's all night, so turn off the light
and let's get high as a kite
and have safe sex
[Chorus]
somebody say sex (sex)
say safe sex (safe sex)
I love it (I love it)
I need it (I need it)
but for real, when you're havin' sex
no matter what type, make sure you wear the latex
to all of the cons out there sexin'
stop and look, boy, you're stressed out protection
cause aids is real and something to beleive
or not make-beleive and fake like hair weave
a death wish like Charles Bronson
and if you don't beleive me then ask Magic Johnson
about the sex
[Chorus]
[E Double]
Word em up
[Joe Sinistr]
Word em up, ha ha
Got the E Double, right there
[E Double]
JMJ combined with Grand.. Royal..
Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
Word em up
[Joe Sinistr]
Here we go, Joe Sinistr representin from the joint
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Yo yo, I pause for the cause
I seen niggaz heads busted, someone pass the gauze
This rhyme may affect the skull to a point
and crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint
*inhale* There I go and now it's Showtime without
KiKi Shepherd, now the bitch feels neglected
Check the memo, remember you listened to my demo;
Yeah the one about the fuckin limo?
Rewind because I'm pushed for time right now
What where when how, my sound's out there like Moscow
I hear nuttin but the music, raw fusion
No mass confusion or illusion
Blink blink, blink so what you sayin? I'm not playin
Hey man, yo I caught you playin
So don't be conspicous, cause you can't get with this
hardcore scientifical, far from typical
My rap style, is dy-no-mite
It make you wanna be like the E Double, and not like Mike
Yo, bust my acoustics, SWING!
Deranged, when I rock the mic I feel strange
Now back to our program, fuck Batman, bang bang
Sound from the gat-man
Let me quit it, cause I feel I have shitted
and got mad niggaz widdit
Joe Sinistr follows
So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow
Chorus: Joe Sinistr
It's the second payback, payback part II
Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part II
Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, the payback part II
Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, payback part II
It's part II, uhh
Verse Two: Joe Sinistr
And while niggaz still arrested virgins, I rips it ill
as Erick Sermon's, we's the ones usin the method slurrin
So Joe Sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
My six will fix another one greedy
FOREAL, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
And we'll catch clown, with they pants down REAL LOW
The screwball better work a RuPaul and switch fast
or we'll be in the cornfield, killin your bitch ass
And Timb's roam through bad bad odor but it is home
Wild flex and more sex than Mad Cobra
So take it easy ?just to mash a kraut? mine's the cheesiest
And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than CBS
I make the Funk Doobie turn to a process
I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he
I still get doughs, takin off bitches Girbauds
and lamp with Erick, a champ merit cause I flip foes
See these screws loose, I repeat, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
But stop there goes the third time with the cock-a-roach
And I get more flows than Vic Tayback
So kids, here come the second big payback
Chorus 1/2
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Joe Sinistr
*tire squeeling sound* I return burnin rubber
The black African brother, low key so call me undercover
The funkster from the boonies
I love Muhammad Ali, so FUCK Gerry Cooney
Oops, can't forget, under a roof from One Nation
*rrraow* Crowd participation
Shit, I'm so upset, I feel like snappin niggaz neck
but I'ma chill and let Joe get wreck
My secret recipe put Pepsi on Diet's, uh-huh
The funk dog as I come low to piss on hydrants
and howl at half moons and White Owls and mad tunes
Live quite fowl, leavin Lifestyles in bitches bathrooms
I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird
My style is more Fear-ed than Black Planets
And I fuck your shit, suck my dick for explicit
I let clips at your name, pay rent in your brain
And I gets wicked, wick-wick-wicked
And keeps a full clip in case the bullets get evicted
And now to twirl up the fat nigga, seek psychiatric
I devour worlds and Galactus
I gets mean troop, grabbin Christine around the block
at sixteen, spittin the green pea soup
And cock nines, when niggaz got slime, the only men
puffin Nick Nick Nick's- with -elodeon
It's Joe no diss cause the funk mist flow
Make a mess like Aunt Tess when she leaped off the sixth flo'
So straighten it out if your knock-kneed
'fore they draw chalk around the body
[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double's in the house with Def Squad
on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo
Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
and _Humpin' Around_ like Bobby Brown across town
I ain't with that, so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I'm doin
when I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
than Batman played by Michael Keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone that's black
with fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one
Packs a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's
Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
so I can shoot his ass like Cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my pager
I'll see you later, because yo
Chorus: Erick Sermon
Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)
[Shadz of Lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
and don't give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that
Chorus
[Shadz of Lingo - 2]
Yo it's the Lingo of the Shadz
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit
that you used to, and stylin that you ain't
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin
A soundman's body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full week since this past December
And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em
But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
to hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER
Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
where's the {where's the} soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
cause {cause}
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world
Check me out, check me, check me out
Hey young world
New York's in the house
Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
New York's in the motherfuckin, house
Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house
Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)
Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)
Word
[Erick Sermon]
Aooowwwwwwwwwwwww!
Part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest
Gettin stupid -- shootin rhymes like arrows shot by Cupid
Ahh, you so crazy, is what somebody told me
You can't hold me, so why you actin bold G?
Come correct when you steppin dude, don't get rude
or I might blast you durin my interlude
But for real though, I'm doper than chronic
A million dollar man, but I'm not bionic
Erick Sermon, a name you know so don't front kid
E.D., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig?
Goal is to get Naughty by Nature
And blow up like when girls blow up my SkyPager
Make loot by the stacks - so when I come back
through my neighborhood, they see I'm doin good
I got my hat to the back, my hands down below
So act like you know
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 2X)
Imma gitz mine, you go and get yours (3X)
Imma gitz mine, you got it!
[Erick Sermon]
Part two, show the way I flip the funk lyric
and get ghost - with the magical form of spirit
I do my thing, I don't dare front or flake
I commence to earthquake, dominate, and cremate
Abuse and use a funky form of dialect
when I mic check, I freak the ill concept like
skip to my loo my darling, I hear someone calling
Hey, Erick Sermon, yes yes y'alling
I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
to the bus stop, and flash back to the wop
Now I got the +Vibeology+, in a funky way
Somethin Paula Abdul would say
My style Development, should be Arrested
Arrested Development, _Everyday People_
from my heritage kickin, E's on a mission
It's a black thing kid, and not the Blonde Ambition
Mackaframa, fly mack-dose
Got props from North South, East and the West coast
Like Michael Jackson boy, just _Leave Me Alone_
Cause once again it's on
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
(Worrrd) One two, as I speak upon the funk
Why is that when the ?, the people told the junk
Man, we can't have anything
Why can't we all just get along like my man Rodney King
I'm a young man, doin what I have to
Who asked you? I'm doin what I gotta do
I'm guaranteed to have my own show, like Arsenio
if I maintain to be a desperado
Stayin wicked when I kick it through your speaker
You might think I'm a alien, but that's a corny ?
Because my ways are, ";Strange -- and I like it";
and got power like a psychic
I'm +Cool Like Dat+ when I react with the rap
but if you ain't down with it then get the bozack
Chorus
[Sermon doing a high-pitched voice]
Erick Sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!
[Erick Sermon]
Word up
";You're quite hostile...";
";I got a right to be hostile!";
[Jeff Stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready
Help me bring to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of hip-hop
The Funklord, you know him as the Green Eyed Bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the MC Grand Royal
Erick Sermon!
[Erick Sermon]
It's the E Double (who?) The Funklord, god damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than Tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause I'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witch
couldn't get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like sheep
The undercover from Brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call Steve Austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the R&B; section
for this session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the Boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my sound
that's more doper than ";Spellbound"; (word)
My time's up, so what the fuck slouch? (YEAH)
I'ma be back, for now I'm out (word up!)
";You're quite hostile...";
[Jeff Stewart]
And now ";I gotta right to be hostile!";
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the planet
";You're quite hostile...";
";I gotta right to be hostile!";
Straight from L.O.D., Kirkland Ave
";You're quite hostile...";
The one and only Philly Blunt King
";I gotta right to be hostile!";
";You're quite hostile...";
";I gotta right to be hostile!";
[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray's, comin from the North South East and Left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break fool
and pull out my get busy tools
I write like a mad journalist
to funk, that's deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this world
is my notion, for murderous poetry in motion
And the illiotic shit I come across
form a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the cracks of sanity
and leave your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the shade
before I catch blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the stage
and gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole concept
Cause my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on plastic
with the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my lung
with my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
if ya got a crew ya better tell em
[Jeff Stewart]
(";Hostile"; sample set repeats in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what you've just witnessed
is the incredible skills of Erick Sermon.. and Keith Murray
Coming to an album near you soon
This has been another Erick Sermon production
This is Jeff Stewart signing off, and until next time saying...
GOD DAMN!!!
[Erick Sermon]
Owww!
Word em up, word em up yo
Yeah yeah, word em up like dat
Erick Sermon's in effect
Def Squad, that's the hype
One more time word
Yeah
Yeah, mackadocious shit
Yeah
This is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style
Versatile, crazy wild with my profile
Dominatin the microphone, on my own
Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission
Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill
Will kill if I have to get ill
Get away, carry on, and step
like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double with the funk type shit
This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Check this out!
I still get loose in the rap vocal booth
I know I can, I can like a train caboose
Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin
I make it blacken yo, and make things happen
Why? I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap
I'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks
I am still, so a-mazin
I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don't you know me
What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked
I have a dream like Martin Luther King
that one day, yo, I can do away
with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's
Seperate the ocean, and throw em in between
Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden
with more wins than Hulk Hogan
It's the future, of a dope producer
on the rise, the hype is my green eyes
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Aowww, part three!
Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired
The stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it
Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction
Boy get rid of it, like an abortion
Word is bond, you made a mistake
and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate
Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell
And that word to me means dough
Cause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor
Now I'm back in the door hardcore
So whattup Duke peace to the crew
Def Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup
Motherfucker!
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Like dat!
[Erick Sermon]
Check it out
I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky
Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey
With the flavor I be kickin, dope
Like my horoscope, a Sagittarius, no joke
Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like Mike
Who am I? (E.D.) Right, right
Can you believe it, even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it
I'm catchin wreck so beat it
Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme
to fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins
Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin
and have the homeboys thinkin
I'm the man of hour, of the hour
I found He-Man, jacked him for his power (gimme that)
Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)
Watch me do it up like this.. {";like this.."; -> Slick Rick}
Watch me do it up like that.. {";like.. like..";}
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, E's real dope (word?) Yes indeed
No one can stop me, ask Apollo Creed
I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep
like the Brady Bunch, and we all smoke the blunts
(Word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market
Mics I spark it, with the funky target
You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me
with the one-two, before I rush you and crush you
I'm on a mission, like a church group called Commission
Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea)
E Double, a nigga standin tall
Rockin the microphone ";for all of y'all";
Word up, live on your station
Gettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the nation
Don't forget, I'm still cock diesel
Hoes be on me like the measles
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Oh no it's the _End of the Road_
Oh my God like Wanye, today was a good day
Word, ooh yah, I rip the mic to shreds
Enough lyrical food to keep the Ethiopians fed
Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} I inhale
from the K.D. Posse, two of my homegirls
When I rock the mic and get freaky and nasty
People in the industry seldom ask me
Whassup, whassup, whassup
wit you E, ask Eddie Murphy (yea yea)
Don't forget, to reach for the stars
Cause I'm past that, I'm reachin for Mars, so
peace to all those true human beings
Hehehehe, I see you in the coliseums
Chorus
";This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"; -> Run of Run-D.M.C.
";This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"; -> Run of Run-D.M.C.
";This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"; -> Run of Run-D.M.C.
";This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!"; -> Run of Run-D.M.C.
[Erick Sermon]
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def Squad
Chorus: Erick Sermon
It's all in the mind.. (Pump pump, lickin shots!) *7X*
(Pump pump, lickin shots)
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the funk track
From the Boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my door
It must be Soup, a black human bein
I think it's about time for y'all to see him
[Soup]
Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I never know
They yell HOE, assumin the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, it's the S, Ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
go out with the rest, Nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my chest
[Erick Sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, more sole/soul than Dr. Scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I take it home
Don't neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap necks and come correct
I leave the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green Eyed Bandit, my ? full name is Erick Sermon
[Soup]
Erick Sermon, sermon with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the speaker
to hear me freak the, note like Tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, sneaker if you
peep the, jams and you reap the fields
with the roots and uh, my name is Soup, and uh
I flow like orange juice or Tropicana, and uh
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might cause
a bloodspill so I have to chill and get
totally disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, IT'S ON)
It's on (IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON!!)
[Soup]
The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound like
a ?, I'm dyin, before I get up from behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome
Chorus (+ Soup shouting over)
[Soup]
Like that, but it's all words
Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
and foes, God knows, I chose the pros
that rose, still froze-n, chose-n, YOU
S-O-U and the P, E, R-I-C-K
Erick Sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
Yeah! It's all in, your mind
It's all in, my mind
It's all in, my mind..
Intro:
You abou to come through right. (Yeah don't stress it.) You about to come
through. (I got this check this out man.) You ain't gonna front on me (I
ain't gonna front on niggas man.) Make sure man I'm tellin' you right now.
(Check this out. What I'm about to do right now.) You gonna kick it word
up. Ha
Erick Sermon:
Personal ggats I gots about 11, without weapons I swing more bats than K7
Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin
In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin' Flavor In Ya Ear
Plus I'm Gettin' Down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin' in some work
Hook:
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. Don't slip or you won't be around next
year
";Well heres a little something that needs to be heard."; - Slick Rick
Rosalyn:
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin'
Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause I posses gifts that's wickeder than Hexas
That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC's like queens
And none of y'all can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to Rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of Packed Pistol Posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin' my tape release date
Word born, I'm comin' in like a swarm
Then I'm gone before you can ring the alarm
Hook
Keith Murray:
A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest arms and legs
When I'm coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal chemicals
Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal
Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That's a promise cause the squad don't make threats
I'm a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and beyond all that
other bullshit
Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin', conceptive or
consistant contestant
My deviant delieverance be leavin' MC's in the state of malmet depressive
(word up)
Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew you better
tell em
Intro:
This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown.
Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy. Tri
State Area. Long Island
Verse 1:
Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep
like gutters
I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through fire
Across barded wire, what? I'm quick to Change Faces without R. Kelly
When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up like house kitchen
When I'm bitchin' with this redition, chill or you might catch an ass
whippin'
There's something wrong ha, I can't go on, and commence
Tear the frame out an MC's ass with the quickness, no forgiveness
This is the way E does buisness, one touch and I'll weaken the average came
to be rap star
By far by far, my entourage is Sugar Hill like Wesly Snipes
Def Squad is the main attraction for y'all everynight
Hook:
";I came through the door"; - Rakim
And I set it off (X4)
Verse 2:
Dun da da, the E Double brings it full steam
Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream
I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and decapitate all
gimmick MC's
Yeah, I come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those duck MC's that
can't handle
My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a symbol like
the Grym Reaper
To signify, gamma ray I display on wax is ridiculous, way out likt the crew
on Star Trek
Yeah, I keep my style Black like Panthers, with women more fat than
Samathas
Damn, this don't make no F in' sense, for me to be on top bigger than
monuments
A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole
That got put into your soul
Hook (x4)
Verse 3:
For those that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see
my names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I develop
without speech (woah)
On bended knee I could damage an MC, thourgholy
Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black Superman in the
sky
Flying through the air with green eyes
Hook (x4)
Keith Murray talking outro:
Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. Don't even step up, word is born.
L.O.D. is in here too you know what I'm sayin'? Def Squad for life, PPP
taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest, north, south,
east, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south, everywhere I sets it
off. You know what I'm saying? Paintin the boards, rippin' the mic, rippin'
niggas anything you like word up set it of E D. Keith Murray in this piece.
Whoop Whoop(8x)
[Redman]
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like Hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
no one's betta, pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire
(Redman's in the area
Keith Murray's in the area
Erick Sermon's in the area)
[Erick Sermon]
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther's a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns there's the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y'all come out the hype description of this
One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list
No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do I be? The E, the D-O-U-B the L, to the E
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!
MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier
[Keith Murray]
AAAhhhhhh!
Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
In the words I be using when I be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def Squad
Intro:
(laughing) Yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.
Redman:
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
Hook:
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
";Rock, rock on"; - Redman (x4)
Erick Sermon:
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
techs
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft
The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history
Hook (X4)
Passion:
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a PHD in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream America
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
Hook (x4)
Outro:
You know what I'm sayin'? Things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
what I'm sayin'? Ah, N-Y-C streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. Doin'
this y'all feel this. I feel you.
Intro:
All this way, I'm doing my thang (x2)
Verse 1:
Guess who? The realist flavors like mystic
Coming through with drama, question my karma
E-Double mack supreme, um I got cha, I'm in my land crusier pumpin' Junior
M.A.F.I.A.
I'm freshly dipped and I'm ready for the night, I'm doin' the boom bang
boogie band for my niggas
No gold diggers, it might resort to triggers
But a few tricks that's down for the cause, breakin' all laws, and takin'
off they drawers
Cristle flowin', Moet flowin', Don P flowin', y'all not knowin'
Huh, it's on like that and everybody's welcome
So react, bitch no diggity, Ain't No Future In my Frontin', just ask MC
Breed
Yo Jazzy bring the leaves
Hook:
I got freaks in the living room gettin' it on and they ain't leavin' till
six in the morining
Yeah, cause I'm the man above and if you're going down, um I got 'em (x2)
Verse 2:
Lookin' at my Roley it's about that time, a quarter past 9
I'm lookin' through my blind, cars start rollin' up
It's my niggas and my cousin Jah-Boogie with the goodies
And behind his ass some girls in a Wrangler
Gettin' out doin' it, I'm watchin' them persuein' it
Huh, they all come in, I give my niggas a pound
Just chill while I start the sound, now the vibe is on like butter on
popcorn (say what?)
So we gonna do it all night long, 3 hours past by, I'm off the hook
There's girls everywhere, I swear, I swear
Smoke in the atmosphere, indo on the window
Check out this light ?, on this here single, ha ha ha
I freaks the funk for my people, y'all know the sequal, technique is mad
lethal
Hook (x2)
Verse 3:
Uh, It's all good I suppose, I'm still feakin' hoes
I'm still freakin' flows, I'm Boombastic, Shaggy
My pants stay bagggy, Karl Kani down, so how's that sound?
Hey, I'm the best thing since AC, I'm gettin' money and the sex is free
Realize recognize I be the green eyed bendit in flesh, and y'all know the
rest
Hook (x4)
Intro:Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving a phone call to y'all
funky fuckers
Erick Sermon:
Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk from the kitchen
Then commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it
So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice
Redman:
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
When I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it
Erick Sermon:
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Erick Sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my
chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook:
E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2)
Erick Sermon:
Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck
Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say ";That's the one!";
Of coarse I'm funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
And I'm deeper than Nostradomis, when I'm in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro:
Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more
raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin' off.
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul
Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' I see
Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha
Basic's, quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth don't say shitt, roll
Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they
Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my
Rules, step incorrect you get abused, I bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin
Drama, make em' feel good like 2 pac's dear mama, it could be pitch black and
I'll spot cha boomkickin yo door like big poppa
Neva understood how he did it, neva, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, xzibit, neva understood how he did it, dj mutha fuckin
Quick, how he made this music groove your very soul, soul
Hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga xzibit and quick u down
Wit tha e-double, what u get weed trouble, e make tha b bubble, make tha bass
So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha b bubble
Partyin', happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta pound, e dubb i
Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a
Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a
Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red
Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we
Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88
Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and i'ma wet cha, way down from tha
Compton town, and I'll betcha cant
Neva understood, ha, yeah, how he did it, ladies and gentlemen
Yeah,tha bar is now open, how he made this music groove your very soul
Soul, it'z all me, neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we
Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few g's in my low, low, not done hoe, my
Nigga big came in solo, dough low, most niggaz we know act like a homo, and
When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there
Crminal file, and strechin tha mob, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy
Ya mob just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like
A fucked up d a, wit a cross that ain't stickin, and I'm walkin away a free man
Cuz y'all niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha
Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track
Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, pmd
Neva understood how he did it, dj quick in tha mutha fucken
House, how we made this music groove your very soul, soul, this dick in ya
Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah
Neva understood how he did it how we made this music groove your
Very soul, soul, you think it aint, westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha
Way through out tha millinium, neva understood how he did it, millinium shitt
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he, yo, millinium shitt, did it how we, dj
Mutha fucken quick, made this music groove your very soul, soul
Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on, neva understood how he
Did it, how, keep it bouncin, r.i.p roger troutmen, we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Intro:
Check it one two (it's a party), coming to you live it's Erick Sermon (Def
Squad) Keith Murray, Redman. The new type of roll models, oregano,
cinnamon, all flavors check it out y'all, my nigga Tone stay up. D-Mack
word up.
Verse 1:
Me and my crew in the Benz for a deek, while other peeps trailing me in the
black jeep
Creepin', on our way to a House Party, with no Kid 'N' Play just a fly DJ
I't on and poppin' and we gettin' RIGHT, everythings TIGHT
Everyone has a light, I pull up in the place to be, immediatly swarmed
And all of us is armed, it's cool like that type of scene, crazy blunt
ashes
Girls shaking asses, money makers, video rumpshakes
And niggas with game fast breakin' just like the Lakers
It's all good if your game is tight, and if you know the scoop don't love
'em like Snoop
Yeah, the reason why, the girls out there get biz, run like a bunch of wild
kids
Hook:
I'm doin' my thing if you feel me do your thing
(Do your thang do your thang) (X4)
Verse 2:
Now the scene is set and now I'm hype
I'm seeing what girls is coming home with me tonight
I spot one on the sofa, sippin' juice, with three other girls, sportin' pin
curls
I said to myself ";Excuse yourself E";, so I went over and put my hand out
like Billy Dee
Excuse her from the two girls she was with, Macked her put the Flava In her
Ear and split
To the side to the other vibe, where it looked live, protected cause my man
had the 4-5
My boy looked up, asked me if he was hooked up
I said she was shook up, she threw my phone book up
She gave me every phone number that she knew, a girlfriend for you, a
girlfriend for you (word up)
I stay real, I never perpetrate, cause now adays, falling in love never
pays
I'm quick to say fuck a hoe (yeah) y'all niggas know, I'm strickly for the
doe
Word to God, this is the way that Def Squad swing, it's not just a one day
fling
I represent my style for my peeps, take it to the streets, where we play
for keeps
Have a drink conversate, and pump up your fists and do it like this
Hook (X6)
Intro:
";I want to know of you, I want to know of you";
Xross Breeds in the house representin' Queens. I'm gonna send this out to
um, those fake so-called keepin' it real, ha ha, check it out
Verse 1:
I gets the urge to let loose on shit, bringin' the vibe like Phife Dog and
Q-TIp
Midnight black darkness, it's the area or place thats destincive enought to
trace
The bass, my tune throughout the room, and if you want it, it's here to
consume
Now let's warm things up for instance a witness, as I break it down up in
this sentence
He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall, on they face
Not able to dip di in the place, my style is vintage, doper than any wine
on the market
Mics I spark it, flying tracks is my target, (def squad) I handles my
situation
Without Lyrics form Jason's, I still get's ill, beeotch
Even from the jealosy I recieve, you can't hold me back I won't retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices
Or Italian ices, no matter what the problem is, I still, ah 1-2, in your
face like I'm Biz
Hook:
Boy meets world ";I want to know of you, I want to know of you.";
I wanna know if you feel me though (X8)
Verse 2:
I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like
If I had to battle a whole crew, if I couldn't beat them
Then my conscience would defeat them, yeah
I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy, but I will let something off if these
people keep stressing me
This is madness, I wish I was around when that midnight train to Georgia
picked up Gladis
Listen close life is just what you make of it, if you wanna Be Happy like
Mary J.
Then hey, then get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance
Knowing that the industry is fulling up with drama got some hype (fakness
from people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type stars are frauds, get the sword
Outro:
And the question is asked. Who is the fake nigga? Who is the fake brother
that is always fuckin' up your shit. You wanna know how a niggas fake?
Check it out. Sit back and you focus your shit from a general perspective,
and if your shit ain't lookin' tight, there's a fake nigga in your
circumference. And that's word is born. For the 9-5 area, cause Def Squad
forever, reigning much terror.
Intro:
I'll just sway...
This's the way it goes down
Def Squad
Nine-pound
Check this here
Verse One:
The E gets wicked, no need for the biscuit
The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked
I sets the party off just like Tanqueray
The Funk Lord, nobody else could swing this way
I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and
I Buck like Shot, cuz I know I Got Cha Opin
Check the soup, I Dogg the mic like Snoop
I get swift like H-Town, when I Knock Da Boots (daaat's right)
I'm dynamite with this mic
I Show like Doug E. and I rock the mic lovely
The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy
to your city, on the Zapp side with the vibe
I'm Stone Cold like Bobby and Ralph T
I come with the Game of Death, without Bruce Lee
The irregular speakin, for those MC's who be tweakin
Catch me at the Beacon just freakin
Chorus:
Brothers can't see me
Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2X
...
Brothers can't see me
Verse Two:
It goes one for the trouble, two for the show
Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful
I'm the mack, I made Goldy turn chrome
When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah)
I goes down for y'all in broad daylight
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych
Today is a Green Day, so it's blazin
to specify it, I get big-up from Jamaicans
Hey, the E-R-I-C-K gets down for the public
More doper than Janet Jackson's stomach
Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer?
I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm Luther
My style is the craziest
No crew is fadin us
You got beef with my squad you better dare that
The shit I kick make rappers say, ";I shoulda snared that";
Chorus
Verse Three:
Complete this puzzle, what Squad beat up like Russell Simmons
And more flyer than Robin Givens
Cosmic Slop, from the darkside
Basically, I Can't Wait, songs from the Redman tape
(and make much sense when he's kickin fool) cause I constantly keep shitting
and y'all constantly keep listening
Yeah, who can it be now, watch out
Flying through the air with wings E Double doing my thing
Chorus
Word up, Erick Sermon an' Keith Murray
Kickin' it to the beat
Respect my views on this day an' era
Keep your eyes upon me an' not the sparrow of Barettas
I'm fly than any bird of this earth
For what it be, my style is butter like Worth
I freak the beat like I'm lost in the twilight
A zone with no phone, lookin' over parasites
I pack the house like Woodstock when I rock
A three day event of me droppin' the illest shit
From here to New Jerz, back to Brooklyn an' Queens
The Uptown to Bronx River, I still deliver
The off the wall for y'all
Rearranged, Cameo-type strange, pumpin' through your veins
What your mommy do if you're not ready to die like Biggie?
I'ma keep jammin' like Ziggy
I got the arrows wiped down like Funkmaster Flex
Sway an' Tech an' Premier an' we in here
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are
Now, it's on like that, once again, it's gettin' hot
Now, it's time to blow up the spot
For my niggaz out there on the block gettin' money
Playas whose hustlin', doin' their thing
But me, I've lounged without the stone
Do it for my peeps, take it to the streets
All day, everyday, I sets the mood
Pile a bell of 'Aye' with new attitudes
I change not for the worst, but for the better
An' be a trend-setter an' bring the best ever
Yeah, teach me for the president
So I can bring the vibes through your residence
The ghetto blast, the green eyed rapper slash producer
An' O.J. with the juice
Y'all know me, it's the E R I C K
So enjoy the day an' peace to Marvin Gaye
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are
Let's groove back an' forth like Aaliyah
If you don't got the vibe, then I wouldn't want to be ya
I threw it like a rap attack from New York to Hackensack
Kiss myself an' jump back, surprise like a Crackerjack
The eye can bring the smiles without Chanice
An' make enemies call truce, or even peace
Funk Lord, fights back again without the force
Or blue sky Chewbacca, R2D2 an' the crew
The miracle worker, God praise him, praise him
All of them ready for the funk, you feel like you want like
Whatever you requested an' you suggested
That I 'Bring the pain' like Method
It's nothin' nice 'cause I'm down for whatever
Me an' my Baretta, me an' my Baretta
Goddammit, don't leave your dog stranded
Who? Yeah, the Green Eyed Bandit
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that an' everybody's welcome
You are welcome
It's on like that
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
What's the 411?
Erick Sermon, Ice Cube, and Kam are here to get the job done
So back the fuck up I have an attitude, dude, I'm 'bout ta get rude
I'm buckin' out shots during my interlude
Right about now I'm 'bout ta get courageous like the cat
Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack
The American dream, the people choice pick
I flip more vowels than Pat Sajak's white bitch
I'm bad ask Michael Jackson's dad about E-double
The mack fram, the black Superman made of steel
The mic I'm holdin' is a Samson
E-d the green eyed bandit in raw fashion
I'm lettin' niggaz know my territory
My ground is rugged, I kill a million niggaz so fuck it!
Nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone
Once again it's on with the brand new song, yeah boy!
With tha boom and ping!
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring!
With tha boom and ping!
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring!
With tha boom and ping!
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring!
With tha boom and ping!
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring!
God damn, not Kam!
But I'm afraid so, I lay low like a brick
Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum
'Cuz here comes the 411
Little devils don't go to heaven
187 on a saltine cracker
Smack a paranoid busta so don't make me have to act a fool
What's up? Now you can determine
The West Coast niggaz is down with Erick Sermon on the G tip
We trips hard on the opposition
Three niggaz on a mission so listen to the ill shit
'Cuz we'll get wrecked, what you expect?
Fuck a rain nigga take a chin check
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
Well, here I go again, throwin' up the W
Ice cube and I'm down wit' E-double crew
Pullin' up in my homie's black 6-4
Hittin' switches but mine's a convertible
Matched to the west side, still got the 2-2
'Cuz some niggaz don't believe in a gang truce
Personal shit what is this [unverified] EPMD, goin' out of business?
God damnit, can't leave my dog stranded, the green eyed bandit
Picked up Kam 'cause my nigga need a ride, fuck a peace treaty
But still have the 4-5, glock cocked for the clown
Yeah we down pulled up and echoed sound
Don't ya know that we can drop 10 of these, dope tracks
So fuck all our enemies!
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring, bring
With tha boom and ping
Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it
We check the barrel and start respinnin' it
We, I start, medics start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium
Stay grippin' 'em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance
That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates
Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness
You be kiddin', soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls, they will kill when I say sick 'em
Restrain me, restrict me
I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and I will retaliate
I don't battle fake niggaz, I'm heavyweight nigga
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter
And I'm like Harry Potta, we scary riders
Can't get near the dadda
I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin'
Have my high, finding beamers and ninas
Leave the area shot up, you hearing me Patna
I'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you
Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you
This message intended to, who's ever offended Duke
Yeah, you my nigga, but you could still get it too
So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to you
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
Live from the NY state
And I got one question, guess what's in my waste
Y'all got me pisted off slick talk
To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off
I'm in the limo too long to turn
And this motherfuckin' Dutch taking long to burn
I'm impatient, this is a song you learn
Make money, take money
And I'm hear to confirm my occupation
The new boss of course, the new Porsche
I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off
You too soft, Red Cafe from New York
I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off
I twist lesbos, and guzzling out exos
My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro
It's R.C. nothing phony about me
With E double the O.G. you know me
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
Yeah, I know, you never expect me to anchor
I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMC's from rappers that's petter piper
I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper, man
I'm not M.J., I'm a lover and a fighter
That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper
I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands
Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib
I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing
Whenever you performing shows it's me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now
And you gonna be a punk at sixty
Dog, ya need more team to get me
I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it
We check the barrel and start respinnin' it
We, I start, medics start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium
Stay grippin' 'em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance
That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates
Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness
You be kiddin', soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls, they will kill when I say sick 'em
Restrain me, restrict me
I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and I will retaliate
I don't battle fake niggaz, I'm heavyweight nigga
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter
And I'm like Harry Potta, we scary riders
Can't get near the dadda
I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin'
Have my high, finding beamers and ninas
Leave the area shot up, you hearing me Patna
I'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you
Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you
This message intended to, who's ever offended Duke
Yeah, you my nigga, but you could still get it too
So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to you
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
Live from the NY state
And I got one question, guess what's in my waste
Y'all got me pisted off slick talk
To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off
I'm in the limo too long to turn
And this motherfuckin' Dutch taking long to burn
I'm impatient, this is a song you learn
Make money, take money
And I'm hear to confirm my occupation
The new boss of course, the new Porsche
I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off
You too soft, Red Cafe from New York
I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off
I twist lesbos, and guzzling out exos
My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro
It's R.C. nothing phony about me
With E double the O.G. you know me
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
Yeah, I know, you never expect me to anchor
I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMC's from rappers that's petter piper
I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper, man
I'm not M.J., I'm a lover and a fighter
That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper
I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands
Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib
I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing
Whenever you performing shows it's me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now
And you gonna be a punk at sixty
Dog, ya need more team to get me
I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Yeah, all day yeah, uh
Turn me up, uh-huh it's serious
Headphones turn me up
{Recordings indistinct)
This is somethin that you need to hear
It's cool and capture
I feel like Blondie caught in the rapture
Rappers and those who try to offend me
From false accusations they had heard from Wendy (Hello Erick)
I'm in the game to play
For those cats on the sideline callin me gay, huntin
Don't be the broads cause niggaz
Mad cause I'm baggin chicks that look as bad as Jigga's (tell 'em)
And make seven figures, a rap icon
I'm the one kid in the biz to keep your eyes on
Me, Superman, I fell from the window
If I fly high, then why drive a benzo
In drive a 'lac, in drive a hummer
In drive is something brand-new this summer (tell 'em)
The operator, I got your number
Don't act like I don't flow like water, call the plumber (uh-huh)
Something tryna stop the E from gettin large
I feel like the Beastie Boys in Sabotage
In all five boroughs, I pissed on trees
I'm a dog (arroo), ask Rockwilder please
There's some fake cats, they talk behind me
A few AandR's sayin they won't sign me (uh-huh)
Cause they see my face and think I'm done
Meanwhile, I'm the black Neo, yes the one (one)
While they sign they brother or friend or they man
That's supposed to blow, he's a no-show
And that's why the game is shutdown
Every major player that's in it, been changed around (tell 'em)
But I'm still standin and got something to say
The boy is still here like LL and Dre
I sat down with Russell and Def Jam team
I sat down with Suge and Jimmy Ivine
I sat down with Sylvia, sat down with Tommy
Sat down with Clive Davis and no favors
I got booked at dark
And this might be my last huh-rah
I'ma rock now until tomorrow
Some ask about EPMD's prognosis
But it won't happen til P get focused
I won't be compared to Nas or Jada
But I'ma punish the game for it's foul behavior
And y'all got it backwards
Those ain't real MC's, those is actors
Cast of Fear Factor (tell 'em)
I agree with Missy
No creativity in the game no more
It's the same old bore
A few people in the biz know what's happenin
The fans don't know, they think I'm platinum
Cause they hear the record gettin played 4,000 times on every station
But at the same time hate disc jockeys
If I'm over, explain how I do it
In 2001 I shut it down with "Music" (hmmm)
If I'm whack, why in 2002, yes it's true, I made cats react (uh-huh)
Source might not quote this here
It might not be nothin but I wrote this here
Like Eminem said, you wanna be Erick Sermon (that's the truth)
But you a generic version (let's go)
Aight y'all, enough talk
Just blaze, yeah, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, let me hear ya say
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon
Where them dogs at
Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly
I should be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
Hey yo, them tens, nigga
I know, I keep 'em clean though
Come through stormin' the block like El Nino
Scoop up an Arabic chick before she close
She goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith's folks
Yeah, watch how the 'E' locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They're hoppin' the turn style, the 'E' goin' wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy
Brick niggas get real ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward
While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it
Yo', bitch is my bitch when it's over
No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra
Out in the Nova, don't bother
My Nino Brown bust, it'll shut down the corridor
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Hey yo Red, he's over, word?
With his shit right now, watch this, told ya
Chi-chi-chillin', I'm 'Milk'
I'm that kid 'Gizmo', we 'Top Billin''
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe
I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns
We got chickens, ain't leaving 'till six in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the area
Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at
Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, R.E.D.
Crack cost money, but the 'E' is free, yeah
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
Just blaze, yeah, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, let me hear ya say
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon
Where them dogs at
Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly
I should be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
Hey yo, them tens, nigga
I know, I keep 'em clean though
Come through stormin' the block like El Nino
Scoop up an Arabic chick before she close
She goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith's folks
Yeah, watch how the 'E' locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They're hoppin' the turn style, the 'E' goin' wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy
Brick niggas get real ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward
While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it
Yo', bitch is my bitch when it's over
No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra
Out in the Nova, don't bother
My Nino Brown bust, it'll shut down the corridor
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Hey yo Red, he's over, word?
With his shit right now, watch this, told ya
Chi-chi-chillin', I'm 'Milk'
I'm that kid 'Gizmo', we 'Top Billin''
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe
I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns
We got chickens, ain't leaving 'till six in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the area
Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at
Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, R.E.D.
Crack cost money, but the 'E' is free, yeah
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm that
Just like music
There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
Word up
Oh baby
Just like music
To relax my mind, so I can be free
And absorb sound that keep me 'round
Doin' my thang, constantly with no worries
Peace to Keith Murray
Just like music
To keep me flowin' and keep me goin'
And keep me growin', and keep me the E from knowin'
What happens out there is not my concern
You wanna die, it's not my turn
Just like music
To do somethin' to me like jump in the Mercedes
On the highway, doin' over eighty
Without music, baby
I'll go crazy, just like music
Make me call my homey on the phone
Like there's somethin' new out, that got me in the zone
Just that feelin', got me I wish music can adopt me
Just like music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Just like music
Put me in the mood with my woman
Got me in the ear, sayin' sweet nothings
Make love come out the mouth, no frontin'
Like all of a sudden
Just like music
Takin' away your worries and cares
Any problems, music will be right there
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin?
Yeah, music
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul snatcher, universal language
It be the light, so open up
This is it, what the fuck?
Just like music
One fly tune
That have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, parlay all night
It's just the sensation
Just like music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Just like music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Just like music
Music makes a cloud flow by, baby
Your music is my tears inside my eyes
Just like music
Your music makes me want to sing
Girl, music is a joy to bring
Just like music
Music is my heart and soul
More precious than gold
Turn on some music, I got my music
Happiness for days, justice all the way
Turn on some music, I got my music
I love your music baby, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Just like music
Turn on some music, turn on some music
Just like music
Turn on some music, turn on some music
Just like music
Turn on some music, turn on some music
Yo, uh, Erick Sermon
Yo, uh, huh, J
Khari Santiago, uh, uh, uh
Daytona, uh-uh, uh
Uh-huh, sixteen machines
Uh, yo yo
Aiyyo, Mark, turn me up
Watch DJ's in the club burn me up like 'new music'
Same dog, Boss Hog, my style's Hazard, Duke
The truth? I'm big enough to Skywalk with Luke
I am revolutionary, rhyme ready
Phase one, mic, stage, one, yo, let's go
Jump, jump - or feel the react of this
Pump, pump - twelve gauge'n blaze (uhh)
Everytime I bring it hard for them niggaz
Like new whips, out the garage for them niggaz, like
Here's somethin for those who see past
The new MB with the spaceship dash
I come through in a two-thousand-fo'
Chicks holla out, 'UH-OH!' like I'm Nelly
Yo, I come with the real front page
Like Dame did, homeboy in 'Backstage'
Aiyyo, watch us do it (go 'head baby)
Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby)
You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby)
All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin
Aiyyo, watch us do it (go 'head baby)
Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby)
You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby)
All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin
E'rybody in the club better up them thangs
When it's beef, best believe I up that thang
Five seconds or less to up that chain
When I clutch that thang and, touch yo' brain
I'm, seventeen with twenty inches on Impala
Retros and Naughty sweats, out to make a dollar
Now most ya cats couldn't picture this, consecutive hit
After hit, it's ridiculous, conspicuous
Talk that I speak when I walk down the street
Yeah I walk with the heat and I talk to the beat
For the haters, that say 'Tona don't got it
Pants stay low and the flow stay knotted
It ain't the game, it's the players involved
World premier motherf**ker with a bunch of co-stars
Watch got mad colors like a bowl of Trix
Niggaz broke they whole life but still a benefit
Aiyyo, watch us do it (go 'head baby)
Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby)
You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby)
All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin
Uh, I roll with major hitters, Dutch and Vega splitters
I know what y'all thinkin - it's a takeover
The unfriendly zone, young guns is older
You'll get smashed, need Jenny Jones to makeover
Your face, I'm high because I hate sober
Pussy patrol pull up in the Range Rover
And you get to know that don't want to know ya (that's right)
I hit chickens like I had pads on my shoulders
Slick with this, ridiculous
Rap bidness you're soft with bitch in parenthesis
My sentences'll make the hottest modern rappers
Feel defenseless, jumpin over fences
I'm accommodating all ya hatin lyricists
Spiritual lift, kidney shift
Ribs is cracked, lips is split, necks are slit
I do all kinda extra shit, heck with it
We the hecklers in the front, checkin ya texture
Ya teflon don't protect, waist down and neck up
I trailer park and just trash ya rap up
Uhh, uhh, yeah
See I know how to get down, word up
It's so hot it's LL's version of the East Coast chronic
Smoke 'til your lungs collapse
You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L came back
Flooded the market, got your mens on the wall
Holdin' his blunt, too fucked up to spark it
Show me a nigga who can do like I do
Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too
Braggin' you goin' platinum like that shit brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five, what the fuck wrong with you, huh?
Come [unverified] L, what you call rocks to me is minerals?
Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political
The baddest man on the planet
So ill, when I'm spittin' niggaz take it for granted
Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it left handed
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded
Got a voice like a cannon nigga shoot
I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen
Take a look at what I'm doin' it will not be done again
As sure I am the descendant of former slaves
I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves
Make 'em confess, LL's the most rugged
God and no man's above it, gotta love it
Do, get this bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't goin' FA
L said it so, puffin on the L.A.
Do, get this bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't goin' FA
E said so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)
Uhh, E-Dub on the microphone
Droppin' bombs spots get blown
So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom
When I rap, wack, MC's vacate the room
'Cause they suck and that's how I feel
I'ma smack down the A&R; who signed the deal
Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel
So next time he know, how the real feel
Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel
Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel
(I ain't playin)
But y'all front like I ain't it
And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit
(Name one)
I'm nice, and there's no mistakin'
I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman
My track record is out there, gone
E.T. like maybe I should phone home
(Hello?)
I'm known for the dome bangers
Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J, never heard it spit this way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)
Do, get this bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't goin' FA
L said it so, puffin on the L.A.
(That's right)
Do, get this bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't goin' FA
'Cause 'Face said so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)
You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a chart climber
And now your shit is blowin' out the stores
And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but
Count
(Two, three and four)
Your records ain't sellin' no more
And damn you done spent your money galore
Buyin' all the stupid shit that your money can't afford
(Uh, oh)
Tryin' to keep up with the trendy
Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi
Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley
And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty
It's simply, 'cause you wasn't focused on the next day
And your next tape, you can't give it away, but hey
I send these to these niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Joneses
Everything you see, me I owns it
I've been quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen years
So let's get that clear
You might have sold a few more tapes but
Realistically are you that great?
(Nah)
Can't get respect but I done paid dues
Stood on the block slangin' cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude
I've been the same nigga since I came through
Yeah - uh, uh
Def Squad, combustion mode
610 What? Huh, yeah
New York
(Heyyy heyyy) It's "Time 4 Sum Aksion"
That Redman shit the E come with, what?
The rap supreme Naseem Hamed
When I hit, the jam comin straight for the head ("Watch me!")
This be the song at hand, understand
Even though I never rocked the stage on Summer Jam
I'm in the lab makin tracks 70 grand
That get heard by crazy fans like Stan (hey man)
Who like my shit, cause I come through
Like a new German made, car for the paid
VS be the five-double-oh, S in front
No future in yo' frontin yo (?) pop the trunk
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp (uh-huh)
The women fight, for my delight
Cause I'm the Green Eyed Bandit in the place to be
That, shock the house no doubt nigga please
Cha Cha + Erick Sermon
Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy)
Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - in rap niggaz call me the mack
Cause I pimp the track, heyyy heyyy
Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy)
Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - make sure my fam got my back
It's just like that, heyyy heyyy
I float like Muhammad, I'm the bomb shit
Rappin grenades explode when the track is laid, uh
Whatever the era is, the E'll outlast 'em
Like VROOOM and ride right past 'em
Amazin, my conversation blazed 'em
I shot funk from here and in Japan it grazed 'em
A big dog, I take up space
I'm so cold, I rock 'til you're blue in the face
(Shh) I rock hard, call me a rock star
Jimi or Jagger, I rock where the blocks are
I come through when my time is leisure
In the big black something with fifteen speakers
Screwface me? You ain't hard neither
Bump your head - just a thug with amnesia
Uh - God bless ya
My style is so fat, that's why I got high blood pressure
Cha Cha + Erick Sermon
Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy)
Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - in rap niggaz call me the mack
Cause I pimp the track, heyyy heyyy
Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy)
Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - make sure my fam got my back
It's just like that, heyyy heyyy
Cha Cha + Erick Sermon
Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy)
Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - in rap niggaz call me the mack
Cause I pimp the track, heyyy heyyy
Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy)
Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - make sure my fam got my back
It's just like that, heyyy heyyy
Erick say it) Yeah put your hands up
Just like "Music," feel the cut, uhh
(Erick say it) Doowhutyalike
Huh, rock like this all night
(Erick say it) To all my homegirls
Do you now - "go ahead baby"
(Erick say it) To all my homeboys
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