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[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y´all
Uhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double´s in the house with Def Squad

on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
and _Humpin´ Around_ like Bobby Brown across town
I ain´t with that, so don´t cramp my style
Step off me, I´m hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I´m doin
when I´m pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I´m doin it, freakin more fame
than Batman played by Michael Keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone that´s black
with fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he´s one
Packs a gun, that´s bigger than Malcolm´s

Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
so I can shoot his ass like Cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my pager
I´ll see you later, because yo

Chorus: Erick Sermon

Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)

[Shadz of Lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it?  I guess I´ll spit the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest

from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
and don´t give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you´re steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain´t with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
The big nigga with the bud and I´m on that
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that

Chorus

[Shadz of Lingo - 2]
Yo it´s the Lingo of the Shadz
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
melodious metaphorical music with mo´ shit
that you used to, and stylin that you ain´t
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*}  Oh no, there´s my mic squeakin
A soundman´s body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I can´t remember
I can´t recall a full week since this past December
And mics catchin fire ´fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I´ma bust em
But don´t rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words

to hit em on the red dot and knows I´m thinkin bout MURDER
Run {run} hide {hide} you can´t {can´t} escape {scape}
The hit {the hit´s} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I´m straight {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade´s} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
where´s the {where´s the} soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
cause {cause}

Chorus

[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world
Check me out, check me, check me out
Hey young world
New York´s in the house
Def Squad´s in the motherfuckin, house
New York´s in the motherfuckin, house
Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house
Def Squad´s in the motherfuckin, house
E.D.´s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)
Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)
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