Verse One: Erick Sermon EPMDfaans stay focused E's about to freak it Hardcore but not rough enough to bleep it So relax and chill get down with the brother And like Damon Wayans we're Living in black Colour Sheik the beats make em freak A unique technique with flavors like Black Sheep You know my style's mad rugged you love it You never heard the funk before the E was discovered I'm bad renegade wrangler, mic strangler Funk arranger, E.D's danger We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!* Make you wanna scream like James Brown so I can rock a town I'm real swift, I bring light to a skip I rock the party all night, the crowd chant my shit I leave at sundown, walk away chillin Cool, and Keep Mental like Mike Bivins Then I find the Hit Squad, and stop buckwhylin Chump, cause I'ma... Verse Two: Parrish Smith Peace to the posse, yeah OK you got me Another rap chumpie about to O.D. Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene You know the kid in the Benz s-O with the fog beam Skins cool I mingle girls are simple 'I'll be gentle, I'll be very gentle' DOn't bug on my rap skill boy, because it's mental Squaad is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck No bluff, your neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff Brentwood's my town home of beatdowns Dress code is don't care so take a chill clown Smallest place on the map we're bustin big caps Where girlies troop Tim boots and baseball caps That's where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin Bust it Hobbes, cause I'ma Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Now it's time for me the E to rock it loco No need to guess homeboy, you know my vocals Gimme a break to stay focused on my tape I'm more than great, I got the key to my state I'm rough like brillo, I bust like a pistol The b-boy form is nine mil or is til the underground sound be pumped for the new jacks Who loves you baby? I'm not Bo Jackson, get the bozack Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, check the format Hardcore underground, just like Amtrak Word to herb got more steel than Pittsburgh So easy with the smart comments, or boy you get served I'm cock-d keep you dancin like Ali Collect the dough you know and then I'm Swayze On the downlow, no profilin or buckwhylin Bust it kid, cause I'ma
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Copy to Clipboard: Verse One: Erick Sermon EPMDfaans stay focused E's about to freak it Hardcore but not rough enough to bleep it So relax and chill get down with the brother And like Damon Wayans we're Living in black Colour Sheik the beats make em freak A unique technique with flavors like Black Sheep You know my style's mad rugged you love it You never heard the funk before the E was discovered I'm bad renegade wrangler, mic strangler Funk arranger, E.D's danger We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!* Make you wanna scream like James Brown so I can rock a town I'm real swift, I bring light to a skip I rock the party all night, the crowd chant my shit I leave at sundown, walk away chillin Cool, and Keep Mental like Mike Bivins Then I find the Hit Squad, and stop buckwhylin Chump, cause I'ma... Verse Two: Parrish Smith Peace to the posse, yeah OK you got me Another rap chumpie about to O.D. Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene You know the kid in the Benz s-O with the fog beam Skins cool I mingle girls are simple 'I'll be gentle, I'll be very gentle' DOn't bug on my rap skill boy, because it's mental Squaad is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck No bluff, your neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff Brentwood's my town home of beatdowns Dress code is don't care so take a chill clown Smallest place on the map we're bustin big caps Where girlies troop Tim boots and baseball caps That's where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin Bust it Hobbes, cause I'ma Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Now it's time for me the E to rock it loco No need to guess homeboy, you know my vocals Gimme a break to stay focused on my tape I'm more than great, I got the key to my state I'm rough like brillo, I bust like a pistol The b-boy form is nine mil or is til the underground sound be pumped for the new jacks Who loves you baby? I'm not Bo Jackson, get the bozack Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, check the format Hardcore underground, just like Amtrak Word to herb got more steel than Pittsburgh So easy with the smart comments, or boy you get served I'm cock-d keep you dancin like Ali Collect the dough you know and then I'm Swayze On the downlow, no profilin or buckwhylin Bust it kid, cause I'ma
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