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