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1. _ Interview
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2. _ Do It Up
[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.
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3. _ All In The Mind
[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..
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4. _ Intro (
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5. _ Intro
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6. _ Swing It Over Here
"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!
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7. _ Stay Real
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.
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8. _ Imma Gitz Mine
[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
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9. _ Hittin' Switches
[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
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10. _ Hostile
[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!!!
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11. _ The Ill Shit
[chorus, ice cube]
With tha boom and ping!
Listen to the ill shit that i bring bring!
(repeats 4 times)
[erick sermon]
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 corageous 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!
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[kam]
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!
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[ice cube]
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??? 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!
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12. _ Female Species
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!
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13. _ Lil Crazy
[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
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14. _ The Hype
{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
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15. _ Erick Sermon
[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!
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