Lyrics:
you, then you told your friends you saw me
Well say what you want 'cause all of mine is intact
In fact I'll have you open like a hooker's gap
I like
what?
'Cause I'm supplyin' the needy
While some MC's go for therapy, I bury the
Remains of the others 'cause they suck incredibly
Superficial styles
what?
'Cause I'm supplyin' the needy
While some MC's go for therapy, I bury the
Remains of the others 'cause they suck incredibly
Superficial styles
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
formats,
Ahead by the miles, so whatcha say black,
It's like
One, take two, its life, now what you gonna do,
Old skool, new skool and the drop-outs too
One
flex then wreck
So E what's next?
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage
large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so e, what's next?
[erick sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The e-are-I-see-k, s-e-are-m-o-n
Call me
it's a fact, that my rhymes don't lack
And I never been called wack, so whassup wit dat?
Yo if I'm provoked, then MC's get broke
Yeah I'ma grab 'em by
people what they like
Somethin' hype, to keep em rockin' all night
Next it's, the man freakin' funky flow flexes
Bustin' in my All Day I Dream About
to New York City
Can't forget the posse down in Philly
Also in Detroit (it's a Big Daddy thing)
Chicago, Atlanta GA
Sendin this out to Miami (it's a Big
The year is 1975 (yeah)
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go
Get your hands in
"we left the people of israel with, one thought..
That they are not alone -- the people of new york,
People of the united states of america
Indeed
from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls
touch down 360 degrees we go around as I hold my 40 oz like
Let the MCs speak
Moving mountains doing what they thought we couldn't achieve
Amaru
saggin a lot, because money I got
I'm the mc dismantler, lyrical manipulator
Eightball drinker, the new cool innovator
I'm king tee, keith cooley is the dj
on
No matter how much they bring
I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong
Catch me by surprise
You won't realize
[All]
Well it's a party night, and it's time to begin
Frukwan, Daddy-O, Delite, best friends
The stage is set, the lights are on
Stetsasonic M.C.'s
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
Queens, new York
The only thing you get from DMC is real talk
The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork
I gotta walk this way cause
It's the way I walk
From
pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
I blow ya mind every time I rhyme in the booth
My flow is fire ignitin’
brother
Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
The roughneck from New York City
You want to mess around with the ill bastard
then get your ass kicked,
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