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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 |
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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. |
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"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. |
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(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] |
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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. |
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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......... |
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(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. |
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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) |
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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) |
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(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 |
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