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Yeah, this is |
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Colorado from |
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Shadz of Lingo |
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Kickin it with the |
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Funklord himself, |
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E Double Hittin' switches, and we bout to get stupid |
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So you know, yo |
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E, check it [Erick Sermon] |
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Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world ("It's on!") |
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Mic check, here |
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I go again, check me out |
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Bust the flavor ("heYYYYYyyyy") you know my clout |
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Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact |
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I hit you with to make your head split, trip and do a backflip |
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I swing it hardcore like an orangutang |
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I bring it wicked, and freak the funk slang like god damn, yea dude gnarly, ****in |
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A I don't |
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Play-Doh, my nickname ain't |
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Clay It's the |
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E Double, mackaframa, bust the grammar |
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My style is sickening, like |
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Roseanne-ah |
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Plus, I'm funky like _ |
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Atomic Dog_ |
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Boy you can't see me, |
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I'm thicker than fog, so save that drama, here's a floppy disk don't risk it |
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Boo-yaa, that's my biscuit! |
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On the mic, |
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I cover every angle |
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A square, tri-part to a rectangle |
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I mean dat wit a passion, so be it |
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When I rock the mic it's worth seein |
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So cop a squad and parlay bitch with the |
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E-R-I-C-K, while |
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I'm hittin' switches [Chorus: Erick Sermon x2] |
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Off and on, off and on, it's on [x4] |
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Hittin' switches! [Erick Sermon] |
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Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk so |
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RING THE A |
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LARM, ding! |
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While I drop the bomb on the country, |
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E's gettin funky word to mother |
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I smother, any emcee or so-called brother |
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Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he? |
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The roughneck from |
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New York City |
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You wanna mess around with the ill bastard then get your ass kicked, messin with the click |
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Def Squad, now on location, with the funky sensation |
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You wanna step you must be freebasin |
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Punk, why you playin, you bored? |
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You can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord |
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I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery ummmm, without |
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Agatha Christie (there we go) |
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You think you know _ |
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What's Going |
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On_ without |
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Marvin Gaye around, c'mon let's get down |
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I spark your brain with all funk material |
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And gettin wicked, and let |
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Wilson Pickett |
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Before I break, let me announce - get the bozack |
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Now we all can bounce, as |
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I'm hittin' switches [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] (Switch) |
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Back in effect mode, droppin loads |
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Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads and ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech |
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Make the contact strong as bleach |
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Rock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-mite so |
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I can fly high like |
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Mike and "Just Do It" |
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And get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steel in case there's caps to peel |
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In the mix, when |
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I flex the context, beware like when you're havin safe sex |
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I continue to get brand new, one two |
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My mic held tight, so |
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I can recite the hype and get busy, my name is |
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Erick Sermon |
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Back for the |
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Adventure, without |
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Pee-Wee Herman |
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For those who don't know, don't act suspicious while |
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I'm hittin' switches [Chorus] |
