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(Verse One)
Yo! Here I is on radar A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar Cause by that time, I been did damage The type 9/11, so duke call the reverand Sermon; the rappin Mandingo A mega producer, more drugs than Ringo "A Star is Born," Erick Streisand, the E I'm nice man A rock star while youse a mic stand So everybody gather round by the speaker To hear things clear, the blood comin out the ear I'm a daywalker, the rap be the serum My Squad still Def and you still can't hear 'em If you was a shadow, you couldn't get near 'em Even if there's "Thirteen Ghosts," you couldn't fear 'em Look outside, there's 24's on my Cadd' (huh?) I'm a +Big Boi+, droppin "Bombs Over Baghdad" (Interlude) Here I is, Sermon - yeah - I'll mark an E on your back Yeah.. "That's my man throwin down!" (Verse Two) Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah It's like street hop, the beat knock I'm what time it is on my clock on my block I'm rockin, I got the Earth in a cradle Youse a baby and not quite able (hell no) "The Ring" appears when you're facin me Death comes time after, some say it's the rapture I'm closed captioned, boy I'm Phil material (Yeah Francis Ford Coppola, E-Dub's the opener) See you at your burial, "Wack MC" on your gravestone Atlanta, I get busy in the Braves home I'm on your head, Ted Danson +Cheer'n+ You forgot Squad is Def, and we hard of hearin (WHAT?!) The star vet got a StarTac phone Extraterrestrial, to see who phone home Got more dough than me? Man stop it Green shit, I got +Shrek+ in my front pocket! (Outro) Here I is, Sermon - yeah - I'll mark an E on your back Th-th-th-this is a warning (aiyyo) "Attention all personal!" Yeah! Come on |
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Def Squad, J. Bleezy!
Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh.. (AOWWWWW!) (Verse One) It's Erick, I'm back again, full fledged American flag in here so y'all pledge A few of y'all sold some albums, yeah congrats The game in trouble, I must rescue rap Yo, I'm a hero! Sometimes I feel the same way like the folks involved with Ground Zero And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead serious This year my Squad better blow to oblivious Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got stamina Profile me like this and hold the camera I'm alone, so what y'all want do? Take over your faciliy like I'm +John Q+ I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock I rock the house, like I'm RUN!! Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John velour B-boy stance and that's hardcore E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks Your style is over, finito, finished! You a parasite, type lyrical germ You a sucker MC in layman terms, and (Chorus 2X: Def Squad) We don't care nuttin bout you! Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin oh yeah Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air Oh yeah, cause (Verse Two) Yeah, I got a track record, I spit fouls E don't stop, keep it grinding (GRIND-ING!) puts it down fo' sho' My figgedy flow is sick siggedy yo Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy know It's Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap And now it's easy, I do things to please me YO - I come through so crazy I'm a "Stun'na," like M. Fresh and Baby Got more toys than Kay*Bee, me and my yung'uns "Slow Down," before you receive a summons and get hit for speeding; I break a switch off a tree You catch a beating for y'all misleading (yeah!) Shame on you, when you step to, huh The Green Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid Rob J. Timberlake, I got Janet I'm "In Control" now - OHH WOW! Yeah cause that's how it is, and that's how I'm livin I bring turmoil like Mike and Robin Givens And watch me go off a-go off A yes yes y'all, and show off and show off, and yes (Chorus) (Verse Three) Sermon, the word I preach to ya Control the airwaves so it can reach to ya The underground of rap ring, I'm David Tua The one round knockout, your eyeballs pop out High school dropout, I'm not gon' cop out I did the rhymin thing and now a truck I hop out "Fiesta," I'm down with R. Kelly shit I'm "Supa Dupa Fly," Missy Elliott I stay focused, keep the same cycle Do me, proceed to rock the world like Michael Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon Brando Just give enough for J-Lo to handle So scream at me, holla, smoke signals Morse code, try a 2-way, or telephone And I give it to ya, all day in street Two turntables a mic and breakbeat, cause (Chorus) (Redman) You got about five seconds to get to the dance floor! {*barking*} You got about, two more seconds to get to the dance floor.. |
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(Erick Sermon)
Yo, I'm E-Dub the invincible bandit, rock house on principle Y'know? I'm the man and Def Squad's the fam Some say I'm that "Boy" like Killa Cam The on-the-grind pilot's, flyin again Usin my name you a passenger, so keep silent E's what you're listenin to! Def Squad The crew of 2002! Brand new year The Funk Lord is here, the rap George Clinton The Barry Bonds of hip-hop, I stay hittin Ah ahh, yup my name ring bells like M.O. No gimmicks, I been this way since my demo Never liked the limo, I ride trucks and vans I'd ride in horseback, if I had to see my fans Yeah - I come through, in a mackadocious whip A brand new Benz with a mackadocious kit (Chorus 2X: Redman) I heard the party's goin on in there Well let me shake my stankin ass in there I heard the party's goin on in there Well let me shake my stankin ass in there (Erick Sermon) Uhh, uhh, I never lose momentum I keep it jumpin 'til the cops come and get them Best believe I breeze through like wind, comin through a window Me and the Squad of Def, a few kinfolks Twelve P.M. just left the car place Now I'm, back on the block and pumpin the Scarface Yeah, I'm E-Dub, I'm doper than you Spit rhymes, throw 'em at you, new truck show it at you Stay dipped right down to my feet - yeah My underground tore 'em down by the street It's me, the MC, the E - D. O. U. B. L. E., age be thirty-three, uhh I "Get Down" boy, like Craig Mack Stampede like a elephant, I'm heaven sent The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N There's a party goin on, tell a friend (Chorus) (Erick Sermon) It was me, Keith, Red and Khari Actin crazy, pumpin some Jay-Z J to the Izzo, oh no, my flow is unbelievable, in the game I'm a pro so For those cats wanna set me up and wet me up, I'm on the block, check me up The MC Grand Royal on the microphone know what's good There's a party goin on, buckle (?) (Chorus) |
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Just Blaze, yeah
Check me out now Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now Yo, yo, yo, Let me hear ya say Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon Where them dogs at Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly I should be in the sky with birds I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo (Hey yo, them tens, nigga) I know, I keep 'em clean though Come through stormin' the block like El Nino Scoop up an Arabic chick before she close She goes, those my people Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith's folks Yeah, watch how the "E" locs 64 Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor Burn out, I do it for the kids They're hoppin' the turn style, the "E" goin' wild Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga [1] - Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy Brick niggas get real ugly Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender My shots like squeegy men on your window Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away when I sat down in the office Heat in my lap keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's over No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra Out in the Nova, don't bother My Nino Brown bust, it'll shut down the corridor Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit right now Watch this, told ya Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm +Milk+ I'm that kid +Gizmo+, we "Top Billin'" Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out Total recall for people to breathe I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six in the morning Round and round we go, circle the area Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac What your name is, yo, R.E.D. Crack cost money, but the "E" is free, yeah |
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Yeah, Mega, uh-huh
Yeah, wh-wha, wha-wha-what? Woo, uh-huh Y'all stinkin ass bitches out there Squad, uh-huh, 610, Megahertz, what Yo yo sup, be chicks over here Shhh, everybody let's go, yo, yeah "Brother things done got too far gone. We got to let the girls know what they got to do for us!" (Erick Sermon) Yo, I like 'em nine-ten-tewelve, you know what that spell Done fingernails and their toes as well I dig a big boned chick, but that's just me I like my baby phat, like (?)Amora Lee E-D I'ma sage, I hit 'em with the arrow The girls think I'm Cupid, I'm like, "It's me stupid" Yeah, I want a girl to prefer an independent To do somethin different with her, cash I'll spend it Chicks that got, they proud cause they made it They can't find a man cause dudes intimidated Intimidate me? Show me the money and the crib and the car, that's yo' new Jaguar? A workin woman, attracts to E Don't mind doin for dem, they don't need me so females take heed to what I'm sayin Tonight's the night, and me and my niggaz ain't playin (Chorus: Erick Sermon) Yeah, to all the girls I might take home (huh) To all the girls I might take home (huh) To all the girls I might take home (huh) Excuse me, may I have your attention? Can I.. (yes you can) Can I.. (yes you can) Can I.. (yes you can) Can I.. (yes you can) (Erick Sermon) Yo, yo, I need a girl too, but not you I'm not bein rude, I'm a differen type dude I'm not gonna trick on you, I'm not Houdini I seen you somewhere before you seen me But, but I wasn't hot though (no) No power no mojo, played me like an old Volvo Yo' kind been there (uh-huh) You got highway miles on you girl, so why would I spend there You want champagne to sip then you buy it See how it feels sometimes, homegirl try it Don't stop there, for real Do it again next time when you out, pay for the meal Uhh, already been there, uh, so I'm tellin you It's a "Scary Movie," Tori Spelling move Ain't nuttin changed, same song as "Golddigger" Same rules apply for the same-ass nigga, what? (Chorus) (Erick Sermon) Yeah, aiyyo here's a few rules, don't approach me in any fashion chick, without the proper tools Yeah tools meaning school, a job, things A place that's yours, so you can slam doors Cause without that, talkin to me, no need You're grown and I already got kids to feed So unless you my baby momma I don't want the Dave Hollister drama cause that's bad karma, trick (Chorus) |
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* all of the musical vocals in parenthesis are Al Green samples
"People in the house" - Slick Rick (Welll...) (E-Dub) Sermon - "aiight" (Aww yeahhh...) "As we proceed.." (E-Dub) Holla at ya boy - "People in the house" (E-Dub) Scream at me - "aiight" (Verse One) (Love is) - Yeah, music that you feel good Neighborhood hood, gully Roll through cause it's cool to boost the spirit For the folks young and old and infants can hear it (Love is) - Knowin the rap game is not the same And still I came Whoever killed 'Pac and Smalls, they're lame Erick Sermon, learn my name (Love is) - When I come through your spot With no security guards, just me and the Squad, uhh I got love, a cat got checked by a fan Holdin me down, I got street respect (Love is) - When true fans who don't believe in rumors Real consumers, who love what I'm doin That's why I.. "PROCEED!" Superman, the E don't bleed (Chorus) (Love is) - Yeah, never hatin Everybody's out there is (people) Yeah, why you wanna take my car, so we can be (Walkin together) (Love is) - Def Squad, Keith Murray Redman, that's my (people) Conversate with the next man, so we can be (Talkin together) (Erick Sermon) (Love is) - When the planes hit And the world got together like baseballs and mitts New York's Finest, so I represent my home Hold weight on this microphone (Love is) - When I pray for my enemies If drama cats get smoked like chimneys I'm not dyin for a fake thug who need a hug Not E-Dub - "I'm focused man" {Jay-Z} (Love is) - When your man got your back And, hold you down when no one's around, and Bless that, and get that money And then pass it around so nobody's hungry (Love is) - I do what I do When I can do it like no other to help my brother And, I hope racism as a whole don't walk through life, with a blindfold (Chorus) (Love is) - Showin love to those who paved the way, that's my (people) Politic with Al Green, and now we're (Singin together) (Love is) - Yeah doin it for black and white That's my (people) Get tight altogether, so we can be (Livin together) (Erick Sermon) (Love is) - Yeah, to be able to live With a, beautiful chick and a couple of kids Uhh, with foreign cars, a house on land I'm blessed no doubt y'all - "Check this out" (Love is) - When your man can't pay the bills And you loaned him a couple of bills, uh Now that's real, I come from the heart told ya Erick Sermon, the underground soldier (Love is) - Yeah, Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye And that's what I rock every day And take what they say, and then relay When I R-A-P for y'all to play (Love is) - Yeah, God Almighty The Alpha Omega, there's no one greater Then comes your moms, your fam is second And love is, the name of this record (Chorus) (Love is) - Yeah, rockin the house for hip-hop underground (people) Yeah it's only one God, whatever you call him we still (Prayin together) (Love is) - Yeah, for all my true dawgs out there Y'all my (people) I'm in the house, cold lampin, and we're (Livin together) (Singin together.. what it is) (Love is.. love is..) |
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(feat. MC Lyte, Rah Digga)
Get this party started [Erick] Def Squad, yeah, Flipmode Raw Footage, uh, yeah While I write y'all, jump in take a ride with me New hummer, no Lisa's, a few dom pieces The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and The R-A-H D and me E-D, ah Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin If you do like this then bring it back in I'll break ya neck like ya Bus-A-Bus I'm on the floor with a chick that's voluptuous Tell y'all keep the music pumpin' We got the party jumpin' Bartender bring me something Water boy, keep it coming Yeah, out the sprinkler like a Nelly video All blaze one, this is rap phase one I burn anybody, third degree And ? cats like ? from A-M to P-M I'm a M-C and producer Seduced like the Kama Sutra Beyond the stuff that ya used ta [Female Voice (Erick)] Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (yeah) Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (gimme the light) [MC Lyte] The nerve of y'all I spit shit so thick like a swerve on a curb all and murder y'all Ain't shit to me (aha), rap stacked in plaques I'm history, these wack chicks can't F with me We get a rude awakening, B-K bomb, I got 'em shakin' Def Squad, no fakin' It's Erick Sermon and me Niggaz fix ya face fore I fucks it up permanently Hit that, quit that, then burn it a B You work hard for the cash, I make it work for me On my worst day, see I hammer that ass Line for line, let's see whose stamina lasts I'm slammin' ya fast like Def Jam poetry You know it's me, the most ? Bitches grab your notes, send your checks to me Best to be there cause I beat down my enemies, man [Female Voice (Erick)] Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (yeah) Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (Rah Digga, Flipmode) [Rah Digga] Rah D-I, G-G-A y'all I'm from the Bricks where we don't play y'all I fly through ten people like I was skin measles Triple X ready to wreck like Vin Diesel Can't ? the battle, run around when we finished Show the tapes to my dogs like we was all menace Look how long I sit, still big as it get People still runnin' up with that Digga-Digga shit Look at these bitches, now they wanna flip it Tryna rock hard but they better off strippin' Who think they could rip any state group of chicks I come creepin' with a mask like a St. Lunatic I'm a diva by day but when the clock strike twelve It's back to wife beaters, jeans and white shells Pen and five L's, crowd waitin' for ya Comin' out the room, champ like I'm De La Hauyer, dirty [Female Voice (Erick)] Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (aha, yeah) Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me [Erick] Yeah, what |
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[Sy Scott]
Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it We check the barrel and start respinnin' it We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium Stay grippin em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness You be kiddin, soft like kittens My grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick'em Restrain me, restrict me I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga [Chorus] You got a problem with E If you got a problem, come a holla at me And if you want it, we can get it started Plus I got the whole squad siding with me [Icarus] Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake Violate and I will retaliate I don't battle fake niggaz, I'm heavyweight nigga GMG, fam, we gladly hotta Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders Can't get near the dadda, I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin' Have my high, finding beamers and ninas Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna I'm a f**king five star general, to drive cars into you Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you This message intended to, who's ever offended duke Yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to you [Chorus] [Red Cafe] Live from the NY state And I got one question, guess what's in my waste Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off I'm in the limo too long to turn And this motherf**kin' dutch taking long to burn I'm impatient, this is a song you learn Make money, take money, and I'm hear to confirm my occupation The new boss of course, the new Porsche I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off You too soft, Red Cafe from New York I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro It's R.C. nothing phony about me, with E double the O.G. you know me [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man I'm not M.J. I'm a lover and a fighter That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man I did time, a thirteen year bid I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing Whenever you performing shows it's me booing Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty Dog, ya need more team to get me I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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