Def Squad Presents Erick Onasi

Hey!
[vocal box]
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

[onasis]
Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, seen her?
290 thou, wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, i don't see nothing funny
Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and i we run the matrix
Hold your mouth don't say shit
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri ??
Better respect us dog we ?kernel?
Don't get it confused
We smashin crews, it's my rules
Don't come correct and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama
It could be pitch black and i spot ya
Boom! kick in your door like big poppa

[vocal box]

Never
Xzibit
Dj motherfucking quik
Erick sermon

[dj quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs
Cuz this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out
We big figga rap niggas
From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma whet ya
Way down from the compton town, and i bet ya

[vocal box]

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
C'mon, yeah, it's on me
C'mon, yeah
Presented to you, avirex to the z
Yeah, listen

[xzibit]
I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera
If this was '89 i would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo
Most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that aint stickin
I'm walkin away, a free man
Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand
Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
I fucked your mother, so now i'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas close to me
Epmd

[vocal box]

C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah, you think it aint
The west coast brought cats alive in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c'mon, yeah
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green eyed bandit
Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah

* erick sermon (of epmd)

[e]
Uh, and you dont stop yeah yeah
Uh huh yeah yeah ha ha

[slick rick]
You know what i'm sayin so i said
(rick d)

Uh huh, yeah
Big brown uh huh, yeah

You ready?

[erick sermon]
Yo, in the y2k, my chips be micro, unlimited
Me and rick d reap the benefit
Cars, girls, jewels, innocent
Next year it'll be old, we get rid of it
Yeah like that, yeah we knock 'em out the box yo
Money's deep like the gold at fort knox yo
Rhyme killer, kill an iller rhyme with no effort
At you trick a hole your crew (blao!)
You're mad now huh? you can't stand me
Now watch when i'm recieving a grammy
A soul train when i'm getting a sammy
Davis junior award, fans applaud
For me, erick onasis, top dog
The money folder, i'm like don king's promoter
Ya'll can't see me i'm ariborne type tuskeegee
Wicked like the board of ouija
When i step in the door things change
Everything stops like ya freeze frame
It's mad hot now, gettin ready to boil
(rick the ruler!) me, the mc grand royal

Chorus:
[erick sermon]
We are, ravishing
I, impress
C, courageous or careless
K, for the kani's that i got
That i rock everyday, and why, why not?
[slick rick]
R, ravishing
I, impress
C, courageous or careless
K, for the kangol's which i've got
That i wear everyday, and why, why not?

[slick rick]
Emotion and hope in the scope
When the paw print on the button on my brand new garage door opener
"ungh", as the double r rips through the gutter
Even 7 day advents scream "that shit's butter!"
You best remember who's the skipper
Remember who made girl's joint drop so hard it popped the zipper
Illusion on no boozin confusion
Even ghosts like "ruler i'm scared of you son"
As i lean and dip, dream might seem a bit odd
Light's just turned red turn green for rick (ya know)
On a deagon(?) with the stuff in there blastin
Till the signs on the highway start to wop when i pass them (ohhh)
Mad boigee funk bed(?) perhaps i fend chrome
Almost made another rose have an accident
(the ruler wildin) ladidadi -?- stylin
On his way to see green eyed buddy on the island

(chorus)

Yo, yo, yo...
Ow! motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ??
Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha
What you know about it, what you know about it

[redman]
Yo, why you buggin?
I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear
Put it to my dick so you hear me comin
I.c.u. critical, up on a stretcher
The 45 undresser, put on the pressure
You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up
You dealin then shuffle the deck up
Fuck the irs, i'm the nrs
Nigga revenue service, talico inserter
Murder, a six letter word to convert a
Beef you better off flippin beef at fat burger
Yo keith, pull out the burner
(he won't move any further)
Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers
I carry tools like sears surplus
So when i spit you catch heart murmurs
Word, you sweeter than cupcakes
I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight
Each generation, rules the nation
Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations
I'm not a hog i'm a big dog wit big balls
Lock it down like pit jaws to crenshaw
Then y'all be like
He's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite
Chicken might dine like cops
First of the month these thugs
Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug
I beat pussy down when i'm smokin the la
Bitches leave the room screamin "oh na na oh na na"

[erick onassis]
E dog the mic demolitioner
The black superhero def squad's the clique, we rock shit
Cuz we flossiest
No thug cats show us often this
We the boss in this
Why think of double crossin this
Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who i be
I'll catch you eye then, ya heard
I live the life that's quite chill
On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil
Believe you me, e
I got a fresh flow i keep it blazed like dat fo' sho'
Some cats are sheisty, so i pack toast
My name aint next and, y'all too close
The rap emperor, scorchin hot
Be the temperature, let's see, think i'm funny
I make you laugh goodfella
I smack you down in front of your fans
Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga
Don't fuck around that's what i mean yo
Def squad comin through again, el nino

[keith murray]
And why should we listen to you, anyway
You's a sucker mc wit a sucker dj
I hit you with the all in the hammer
Cocksucker, niggas in dc say bammer
Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge
Make a hardcore nigga cry when i kill all his friends
And force destruction wit my coalition
Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin
I comes through too true
Like a half pit, half man, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two
I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital

[erick onasis]
Yeah, check it out
Where eazy at man? (i think he over there dude)
Where he at? damn (oh aight cool)
Yo, i'm the rocka man (who?)
Glock cocka man (who?)
Blocka blocka man
(you!) can't stoppa man
Technique i freak
Make chicks strip to bare meat
Leavin' nuttin' on but their shoes
No rules, i'm dumbin' out in the bathroom
Gettin' sucked off 'till i bust off
E single to mingle
Blow somethin' in they ear to make'em tingle
Earrings watch'em jingle (uh!)
Leave the spot jump in the car escape
Bouncin', with the new biggie smalls tape
Dead wrong down sunset haven't had fun yet
Me not the e, you wanna make a bet?
Remember this, lounge you in the danger zone
E got the blocks on snipe the drop zone (uh!)
Peep the whip, i'm sittin' on twenty inch brobbit's
And y'all sittin' on garbage (huh!)
Feel me baby the way i be movin'
Watch what i'm doin', got the spot brewin'
Off the hook in here, you can smell it, gangsta
I'll let eazy e tell it

Chorus [eazy-e] (4x)
Feel the beat!
Bein' a gangsta is so neat
Yeah! gangsta beat for the street

[eazy-e]
I got beef for the street to the beach i'll be rollin'
Never see me strollin'
40's i'll be holdin'
Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows as i turned on my ac
Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin'
Sunday nights poppin'
See the 4's hoppin'
My stereo's bumpin' the a-t-l funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the shit bumps

Chorus (4x)

[erick onasis]
Yeah, yeah yeah feel me y'all (who?)
The emcee y'all (yo!)
Who i be y'all, e, thats me y'all
Shining call me the black jack nicholson
Heeeres erick, for those thats listening
Yeah, i'm right there block the glare when you stare
Cover your face when i'm in the place (uh, uh)
E, the boy in the east, got green eyes wit' telekenisis
Keep dime pieces, snatch ya feat, it's a full time jack move (riiiight!)
Eazy e and e make a jack move
The combo ya hear here, sound so sweet
Gangsta beats for the streets

Chorus (4x)

* erick sermon (of epmd)

Hungry niggas
Teflon
Lil' noah
E double
T-mixx

Onasis
With the
[name] city cartel, nigga

Starve in the hood, what

[ verse 1: teflon da don ]
I was well respected in the streets with no watch
Youngest nigga in tallahassee with a coke spot
Used to chill at the dorm where the hoes blow cock
Had the fairly new classical bally's with no socks
Homicide know the face, i'm makin 60 a bird
He earnin a third, roy black on the case
Blow and base and a few pounds of pot
Will have you found with a few rounds around your cock
Around the clock i'm breakin down dimes of rock
Tryin to grind my block - once i find a block
My soldiers (line em up)
Who oppose (tyin em up)
Calicos (fine em up)
I'm supplyin the sights, i'm climbin slight
This a new edition without ronny, bobby, ricky and mike
Who got the sticky delite?
You dyin quickly tonight
Force fare the stick of dynamite
Give up the china white
Sssss..

[ chorus ]
If you got it, you got it, it ain't shit to discuss
I ain't move any units, i'm shippin the dust
I ain't move any unit, empty a clip in your nuts
We move as a unit (bitch) ain't shit to discuss (2x)

[ verse 2: noah ]
We the isley brothers of rap smugglin crack
Potatos, muffle the mac, i don't wet you
The first go round i'm doublin back
(who fuckin with that?)
Pull a plug on your cats
Put the snub to your hat
(what else, noah?) i keep it real, y'all juggle with facts
(what else, noah?) i keep the steel, y'all scuffle with cats
(what else, noah?) stayed in court, raised on house arrest
Shower your vest, cap boy, but bag powder the best
Clap and lay cowards to rest
My bottle was filled with milk, regardless if it was sour or fresh
I was raised in hell, blaze a l
This for my brother doin sets of 20 caged in a cell

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3: erick onasis ]
Yo, e and g hoppin through with teflon & noah
We all iced out, took the rocks from boa
Yo, it was easy, gillie up in philly
Caught em at the top of the stairs with biggie's mac milli
E, i'm a wolf, funny eyes and all
Dark-skinned complexion, stand six feet tall
So who wanna brawl? i'm the rappin feebo
Knock you the fuck out over a bicycle
Yo g (wassup?) let em know how i do
I smack you the fuck up, and your girlfriend too
So while you're playa-hatin i'm navigatin
20-inch skatin, eightball in the back on daytons
Yo, i'm the shit, huh? you on my dick, huh?
You want my bitch, huh? click-click now
Uh, i'm 'hip-hop's biggest fan'
Come through like a airplane when it land
Muthafucka

[ chorus ]

Def squad
Uh huh
Check it

[verse 1]
No more long roads, my time's up
The rap game is bumper to bumper, i take a shortcut
I do a 120 down the deegan
Fly past the cops, they like he's speeding
I'm in a two triple zero mb
Flaunt it, til the gas tank's empty
Yo, me and redman take a detour
Uptown, park in front of branson's store
I see a couple of chickens upon the scene
I roll down the window and i flash the greens
I got my hand upon the steering wheel, with the gangsta lean
Watch and rings, doin my thing, bling, bling
I'm out there sittin on lorenzo's
Attractin, two, four, five, or six hoes
Uh, girls scream my name
And the hype crazy, it wasn't me it was the fame
E dub the rap sugar cane
[your homeboy drove up] i give a fuck who came
I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th
All by myself

Chorus:
Ayo, you think you holdin it down
Don't get gassed
On the real you and your mans are clowns
Don't get gassed
Ay, you think you flyer than me
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
Ay, you think you hold the crown
Don't get gassed
On the real you and your mans are clowns
Don't get gassed
Ay you think you flyer than me
Don't get gassed
I'm legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass

[verse 2]
Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buck
I come through like nigga what, in a brinks truck
Blow it up like the spanish cat, in dead presidents
Get the money, hand out gifts, in your residence
>from snoop dogg, "bitch please"
King of new york, "christopher walken" on mcs
I'm hard to please, excite me
Jump off the brooklyn bridge
Heads first, face, thug, and live
Now that my get you a "yo duke is ill"
But that still aint got shit to do with the skills
Uh, why you wanna go against me with no brains
When i'm a big dude, and you a buck and change
Me, i got no time for playin games
If it can't ride upon the track then switch lanes
New game, watch how i rearrange the structure
Here's a hundred grand, keep the change you fucker
I'm like the magazine, my flow is upscale
My shit flourish, and yours don't sale
On the other hand, you're mad to def at soundscan
And left wit a couple of fans

Chorus:
So what you and your man went gold
Don't get gassed
I got a couple of million sold
Don't get gassed
I bet ya next year you fold
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
So what you and your man went gold
I got a couple of million sold
Don't get gassed
I bet ya next year you fold
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
Yeah

"don't believe the hype"