[Erick Sermon] Owww! Word em up, word em up yo Yeah yeah, word em up like dat Erick Sermon´s in effect
Def Squad, that´s the hype One more time word Yeah Yeah, mackadocious shit Yeah
This is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style Versatile, crazy wild with my profile Dominatin the microphone, on my own Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone Outspoken, here´s a token of my appreciation I bring drama like Jason Who can see me? You better ask Superman for his super vision, cause I´m on a fuckin mission Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill Will kill if I have to get ill Get away, carry on, and step
like the S1´s, cause my crew carry big guns to blow up, anybody in the range And plus I´m bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+ E Double with the funk type shit This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that´s my motherfuckin name boy) Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Check this out! I still get loose in the rap vocal booth I know I can, I can like a train caboose
Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin I make it blacken yo, and make things happen Why? I´m like the Michael Jackson of rap I´m bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks I am still, so a-mazin I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that and buck em down with the gat E Double in the house don´t you know me What´s up homey loc, step and you get smoked I have a dream like Martin Luther King that one day, yo, I can do away with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC´s Seperate the ocean, and throw em in between Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they´re golden with more wins than Hulk Hogan It´s the future, of a dope producer on the rise, the hype is my green eyes
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that´s my motherfuckin name boy) Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Aowww, part three! Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style´s tired The stores can´t sell it, the fans won´t buy it Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction Boy get rid of it, like an abortion Word is bond, you made a mistake and struck out, while I´m home safe at the plate Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell And that word to me means dough
Cause look -- I´ve been rich and I´ve been poor Now I´m back in the door hardcore So whattup Duke peace to the crew Def Squad´s in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup Motherfucker!
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that´s my motherfuckin name boy) Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
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