Tell 'Em Lyrics
| Song | Tell 'Em |
| Artist | Erick Sermon |
| Album | Double or Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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: | |
| 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: | |
| Ayo 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: | |
| 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: | |
| Ayo 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 |
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