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[erick sermon] |
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Epmd. def jam. blazin. |
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Check it, uh-huh, yo |
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It's e-dub on the microphone |
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My style be elektra, I'm the male syl rhome |
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Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome |
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On safety, spike the mic in the endzone |
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This here ain't the average shit, you used to |
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Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you |
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So knock it off, like biggie smalls said duke you soft |
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Why you wanna **** with the boss? |
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[parrish smith] |
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Where should I start? breakin mc's or shatterin charts? |
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It's diablo, pmd mic doc with the purple heart |
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The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er |
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Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter |
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So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo |
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+funky piano+, van like the ****in? tano? |
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With more cheese than lambeau, more heat than rambo |
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Break down dismantle when I scramble |
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Chorus: erick sermon (parrish smith) *repeat 2x* |
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I just get down, and I go for mines |
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Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line |
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(inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) |
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Don't get too close because you might get shot |
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[erick sermon] |
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Uhh, yo, ey, and yo |
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Epmd, ****in with us is bad news |
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Me and you got different views |
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What you might say is dope, I say's not |
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What I might call wack, you'll call hot |
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The best thing for you, is to think and hope |
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Or get choked, and hung with +the velvet rope+ |
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Cause you too theatrical, mess around |
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And end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you |
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[parrish smith] |
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That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash |
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Double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do |
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Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, **** the shoot through |
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Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two |
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Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline |
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I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline |
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Run with the unseen potential to be on dateline |
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I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine |
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[erick sermon] |
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Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets? |
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We've been doin this shit, since _dear yvette_, check |
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I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer |
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And ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead |
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And walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend |
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For playin with the last mohican |
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? madi gon? - that's **** you in puerto rican |
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Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin |
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[parrish smith] |
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Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious |
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Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious |
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The true legend, got caught shit you better call kevin |
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Big like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11 |
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I'm danger like norris the texas ranger |
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The mic strangler, pmd, the ****in _head banger_ |
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Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill |
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Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel |
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Chorus |
