Erick Sermon - Double Or Nothing (2001) by Erick Sermon (보컬) on maniadb.com

Intro:

I'll just sway...
This's the way it goes down
Def Squad
Nine-pound
Check this here

Verse One:

The E gets wicked, no need for the biscuit
The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked
I sets the party off just like Tanqueray
The Funk Lord, nobody else could swing this way
I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and
I Buck like Shot, cuz I know I Got Cha Opin
Check the soup, I Dogg the mic like Snoop
I get swift like H-Town, when I Knock Da Boots (daaat's right)
I'm dynamite with this mic
I Show like Doug E. and I rock the mic lovely
The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy
to your city, on the Zapp side with the vibe
I'm Stone Cold like Bobby and Ralph T
I come with the Game of Death, without Bruce Lee
The irregular speakin, for those MC's who be tweakin
Catch me at the Beacon just freakin

Chorus:

Brothers can't see me Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2X
...
Brothers can't see me

Verse Two:

It goes one for the trouble, two for the show
Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful
I'm the mack, I made Goldy turn chrome
When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah)
I goes down for y'all in broad daylight
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych
Today is a Green Day, so it's blazin
to specify it, I get big-up from Jamaicans
Hey, the E-R-I-C-K gets down for the public
More doper than Janet Jackson's stomach
Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer?
I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm Luther
My style is the craziest
No crew is fadin us
You got beef with my squad you better dare that
The shit I kick make rappers say, "I shoulda snared that"

Chorus

Verse Three:

Complete this puzzle, what Squad beat up like Russell Simmons
And more flyer than Robin Givens
Cosmic Slop, from the darkside
Basically, I Can't Wait, songs from the Redman tape
(and make much sense when he's kickin fool) cause I constantly keep shitting
and y'all constantly keep listening
Yeah, who can it be now, watch out
Flying through the air with wings E Double doing my thing

Chorus

Intro:Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving a phone call to y'all
funky fuckers

Erick Sermon:
Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk from the kitchen
Then commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it
So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice

Redman:
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
When I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it

Erick Sermon:
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Erick Sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my
chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down

Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)

Hook:
E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2)

Erick Sermon:
Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck

Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "That's the one!"
Of coarse I'm funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
And I'm deeper than Nostradomis, when I'm in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch

Outro:
Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more
raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin' off.

Intro:
"I want to know of you, I want to know of you"
Xross Breeds in the house representin' Queens. I'm gonna send this out to
um, those fake so-called keepin' it real, ha ha, check it out

Verse 1:
I gets the urge to let loose on shit, bringin' the vibe like Phife Dog and
Q-TIp
Midnight black darkness, it's the area or place thats destincive enought to
trace
The bass, my tune throughout the room, and if you want it, it's here to
consume
Now let's warm things up for instance a witness, as I break it down up in
this sentence
He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall, on they face
Not able to dip di in the place, my style is vintage, doper than any wine
on the market
Mics I spark it, flying tracks is my target, (def squad) I handles my
situation
Without Lyrics form Jason's, I still get's ill, beeotch
Even from the jealosy I recieve, you can't hold me back I won't retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices
Or Italian ices, no matter what the problem is, I still, ah 1-2, in your
face like I'm Biz

Hook:
Boy meets world "I want to know of you, I want to know of you."
I wanna know if you feel me though (X8)

Verse 2:
I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like
If I had to battle a whole crew, if I couldn't beat them
Then my conscience would defeat them, yeah
I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy, but I will let something off if these
people keep stressing me
This is madness, I wish I was around when that midnight train to Georgia
picked up Gladis
Listen close life is just what you make of it, if you wanna Be Happy like
Mary J.
Then hey, then get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance
Knowing that the industry is fulling up with drama got some hype (fakness
from people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type stars are frauds, get the sword

Outro:
And the question is asked. Who is the fake nigga? Who is the fake brother
that is always fuckin' up your shit. You wanna know how a niggas fake?
Check it out. Sit back and you focus your shit from a general perspective,
and if your shit ain't lookin' tight, there's a fake nigga in your
circumference. And that's word is born. For the 9-5 area, cause Def Squad
forever, reigning much terror.

(feat. Aaron Hall)

[Keith Murray] Yeeeah yeah
[Erick Sermon] Yeah yeah, word up, uh
[Murray] Erick Sermon and Keith Murray
[Sermon] Representing that..
[Murray] Kickin' it to the beat
[Sermon] New York, word up
[Murray] E! E! E!

[Erick Sermon, Verse 1]
Respect my views on this day and era
Keep your eyes upon me, and not the sparrow of berettas
I'm fly, than any bird of this earth
For what it be, my style is butter like Worth
I freak the beat like I'm lost in the twilight
A zone with no phone, looking over parasites
I pack the house like Woodstock when I rock
A three day event of me dropping the illest shit
From here to New Jerz, back to Brooklyn and Queens
The Uptown to Bronx River, I still deliver
The off the wall for y'all
Rearranged cameo-type strange pumping through your veins
What your mommy do, if you're not ready to die like Biggie
I'ma keep jamming like Ziggy
I got the arrows wiped down like Funkmaster Flex
Sway and Tech, and Premier, and we in here

[hook]
It's on like that! And everybody's welcome!
You are welcome
[x4]

[Verse 2]
Now, it's on like that once again, it's getting hot
Now it's time to blow up the spot
For my niggaz out there on the block getting money
Playas whose hustling, doing their thing
But me, I've lounged without the stone
Do it for my peeps, take it to the streets
All day, everyday, I sets the mood
Pile a bell of "Aye", with new attitudes
I change not for the words, but for the better
And be a trend-setter, and bring the best ever
Yeah, teach me for the president
So I can bring the vibes through your residence Double!
The ghetto blast, the green eyed rapper slash producer
And O.J. with the juice, uh!
Y'all know me, it's the E-R-I-C-K
So enjoy the day, and peace to Marvin Gaye

[hook]

[Verse 3]
Let's groove back and forth like Aaliyah
If you don't got the vibe, then I wouldn't want to be ya
I threw it like a rap attack from New York to Hackensack
Kiss myself and jump back, surprise like a Crackerjack
The eye can bring the smiles without Chanice
And make enemies call truce, or even peace
[?]Funk Lord[?] fights back
Again without the Force or blue sky Chewbacca, R2D2 and the crew
The miracle worker, God praise him, praise him!
All of them ready for the funk, you feel like you want like (blaaah!)
Whatever you requested, and you suggested
That I bring the pain like Method
It's nothing nice, cause I'm down for whatever
Me and my beretta, me and my beretta
Goddammit, don't leave your dog stranded
Who? Yeah, the Green Eyed Bandit

[hook repeats until the end]

Intro:
This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown.
Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy. Tri
State Area. Long Island

Verse 1:
Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep
like gutters
I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through fire
Across barded wire, what? I'm quick to Change Faces without R. Kelly
When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up like house kitchen
When I'm bitchin' with this redition, chill or you might catch an ass
whippin'
There's something wrong ha, I can't go on, and commence
Tear the frame out an MC's ass with the quickness, no forgiveness
This is the way E does buisness, one touch and I'll weaken the average came
to be rap star
By far by far, my entourage is Sugar Hill like Wesly Snipes
Def Squad is the main attraction for y'all everynight

Hook:
"I came through the door" - Rakim
And I set it off (X4)

Verse 2:
Dun da da, the E Double brings it full steam
Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream
I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and decapitate all
gimmick MC's
Yeah, I come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those duck MC's that
can't handle
My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a symbol like
the Grym Reaper
To signify, gamma ray I display on wax is ridiculous, way out likt the crew
on Star Trek
Yeah, I keep my style Black like Panthers, with women more fat than
Samathas
Damn, this don't make no F in' sense, for me to be on top bigger than
monuments
A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole
That got put into your soul

Hook (x4)

Verse 3:
For those that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see
my names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I develop
without speech (woah)
On bended knee I could damage an MC, thourgholy
Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black Superman in the
sky
Flying through the air with green eyes

Hook (x4)

Keith Murray talking outro:
Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. Don't even step up, word is born.
L.O.D. is in here too you know what I'm sayin'? Def Squad for life, PPP
taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest, north, south,
east, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south, everywhere I sets it
off. You know what I'm saying? Paintin the boards, rippin' the mic, rippin'
niggas anything you like word up set it of E D. Keith Murray in this piece.

Chorus: Neva understood how he did it, How we made this music groove your very
soul, soul >>> 2x

ERICK SERMON - Yo, i land out in a rent text E-7, V-12, new benzina, 200 and 90
thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' i see
nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha
basic's, Quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth dont say SHITT, roll
through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they
respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my
rules, step incorrect you get abused, i bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin
drama, make em' feel good like 2-Pac's Dear Mama, it could be pitch black and
i'll spot cha BOOM!!!! kickin yo door like big poppa

CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it(Neva) How we made this music groove
your very soul, soul (Xzibit), Neva understood how he did it (D-J Mutha Fuckin
Quick) how he made this music groove your very soul, soul

DJ QUICK - Hey, Tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga Xzibit and Quick u down
wit tha E-Double (What) u get weed trouble, E make tha B bubble, Make tha bass
so all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha B-Bubble,
Partyin', Happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta pound, E dubb I
got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a
room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a
star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red
carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we
bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88,
now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and I'ma wet cha, way down from tha
Compton town, and I'll betcha cant.

CHORUS - Neva understood (Ha)(Yeah) how he did it(Ladies and Gentlemen,
Yeah,Tha bar is now open)How he made this music groove your very soul,
soul(it'z all me), Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
your very soul, soul

Xzibit - Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we
break you off proper cock blocka, cova few G's in my low-low, not done hoe, my
nigga big came in solo, dough-low, most niggaz we know act like a Homo, and
when they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there
crminal file, and strechin tha MOB, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy
ya MOB just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like
a Fucked up D-A, wit a cross that aint stickin, and im walkin away a free man,
cuz ya'll niggaz softa than sand,cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha
pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track
like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, PMD

CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it (DJ Quick in tha mutha fucken
house) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (This dick in ya
mouth, come on, yeah, yeah)
Neva understood how he did it How we made this music groove your
very soul, soul( You think it aint, Westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha
way through out tha millinium) Neva understood how he did it, (millinium shitt)
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he (Yo, millinium shitt) did it how we(DJ
mutha fucken Quick) made this music groove your very soul, soul
(Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on) Neva understood how he
did it, how (keep it bouncin, R.I.P Roger Troutmen) we made this music
groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
your very soul, soul ( Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga)
NEVA UNDERSTOOD HOW HE DID IT, HOW WE MADE THIS MUSIC GROOVE
YOUR VERY SOUL, SOUL.........

Intro:
(laughing) Yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.

Redman:
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact

Hook:
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
"Rock, rock on" - Redman (x4)

Erick Sermon:
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
techs
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft
The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history

Hook (X4)

Passion:
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a PHD in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream America
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'

Hook (x4)

Outro:
You know what I'm sayin'? Things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
what I'm sayin'? Ah, N-Y-C streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. Doin'
this y'all feel this. I feel you.

Intro:
Check it one two (it's a party), coming to you live it's Erick Sermon (Def
Squad) Keith Murray, Redman. The new type of roll models, oregano,
cinnamon, all flavors check it out y'all, my nigga Tone stay up. D-Mack
word up.

Verse 1:
Me and my crew in the Benz for a deek, while other peeps trailing me in the
black jeep
Creepin', on our way to a House Party, with no Kid 'N' Play just a fly DJ
I't on and poppin' and we gettin' RIGHT, everythings TIGHT
Everyone has a light, I pull up in the place to be, immediatly swarmed
And all of us is armed, it's cool like that type of scene, crazy blunt
ashes
Girls shaking asses, money makers, video rumpshakes
And niggas with game fast breakin' just like the Lakers
It's all good if your game is tight, and if you know the scoop don't love
'em like Snoop
Yeah, the reason why, the girls out there get biz, run like a bunch of wild
kids

Hook:
I'm doin' my thing if you feel me do your thing
(Do your thang do your thang) (X4)

Verse 2:
Now the scene is set and now I'm hype
I'm seeing what girls is coming home with me tonight
I spot one on the sofa, sippin' juice, with three other girls, sportin' pin
curls
I said to myself "Excuse yourself E", so I went over and put my hand out
like Billy Dee
Excuse her from the two girls she was with, Macked her put the Flava In her
Ear and split
To the side to the other vibe, where it looked live, protected cause my man
had the 4-5
My boy looked up, asked me if he was hooked up
I said she was shook up, she threw my phone book up
She gave me every phone number that she knew, a girlfriend for you, a
girlfriend for you (word up)
I stay real, I never perpetrate, cause now adays, falling in love never
pays
I'm quick to say fuck a hoe (yeah) y'all niggas know, I'm strickly for the
doe
Word to God, this is the way that Def Squad swing, it's not just a one day
fling
I represent my style for my peeps, take it to the streets, where we play
for keeps
Have a drink conversate, and pump up your fists and do it like this

Hook (X6)

Intro:
All this way, I'm doing my thang (x2)

Verse 1:
Guess who? The realist flavors like mystic
Coming through with drama, question my karma
E-Double mack supreme, um I got cha, I'm in my land crusier pumpin' Junior
M.A.F.I.A.
I'm freshly dipped and I'm ready for the night, I'm doin' the boom bang
boogie band for my niggas
No gold diggers, it might resort to triggers
But a few tricks that's down for the cause, breakin' all laws, and takin'
off they drawers
Cristle flowin', Moet flowin', Don P flowin', y'all not knowin'
Huh, it's on like that and everybody's welcome
So react, bitch no diggity, Ain't No Future In my Frontin', just ask MC
Breed
Yo Jazzy bring the leaves

Hook:
I got freaks in the living room gettin' it on and they ain't leavin' till
six in the morining
Yeah, cause I'm the man above and if you're going down, um I got 'em (x2)

Verse 2:
Lookin' at my Roley it's about that time, a quarter past 9
I'm lookin' through my blind, cars start rollin' up
It's my niggas and my cousin Jah-Boogie with the goodies
And behind his ass some girls in a Wrangler
Gettin' out doin' it, I'm watchin' them persuein' it
Huh, they all come in, I give my niggas a pound
Just chill while I start the sound, now the vibe is on like butter on
popcorn (say what?)
So we gonna do it all night long, 3 hours past by, I'm off the hook
There's girls everywhere, I swear, I swear
Smoke in the atmosphere, indo on the window
Check out this light ?, on this here single, ha ha ha
I freaks the funk for my people, y'all know the sequal, technique is mad
lethal

Hook (x2)

Verse 3:
Uh, It's all good I suppose, I'm still feakin' hoes
I'm still freakin' flows, I'm Boombastic, Shaggy
My pants stay bagggy, Karl Kani down, so how's that sound?
Hey, I'm the best thing since AC, I'm gettin' money and the sex is free
Realize recognize I be the green eyed bendit in flesh, and y'all know the
rest

Hook (x4)

Whoop Whoop(8x)

(Redman)
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like Hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
no one's betta, pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire

(Redman's in the area
Keith Murray's in the area
Erick Sermon's in the area)

(Erick Sermon)
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther's a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns there's the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y'all come out the hype description of this
One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list
No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do I be? The E, the D-O-U-B the L, to the E
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!
MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier

(Keith Murray)
AAAhhhhhh!
Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
In the words I be using when I be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def Squad