Erick Sermon - текст песни
Erick Sermon
[erick sermon]
Owww!
Word em upword em up yo
Yeah yeahword em up like dat
Erick sermon’s in effect
Def squadthat’s the hype
One more time word
Yeah
Yeahmackadocious shit
Yeah
This is my openine comin at ya lazy style
Versatilecrazy wild with my profile
Dominatin the microphoneon my own
Freakin itwith the ill vocal tone
Outspokenhere’s a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like jason
Who can see me? you better ask superman
For his super visioncause I’m on a fuckin mission
Test my skillsand I rearrange your fuckin grill
Will kill if I have to get ill
Get awaycarry onand step
Like the s1’scause my crew carry big guns
To blow upanybody in the range
And plus I’m bad as michael jacksoneven though he +dangerous+
E double with the funk type shit
This is itso get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Heyyyyyyerick sermon (wordthat’s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Heyyyyyyerick sermon
Check this out!
I still get loose in the rap vocal booth
I know I canI can like a train caboose
Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin
I make it blacken yoand make things happen
Why? I’m like the michael jackson of rap
I’m badplus I moonwalk over tracks
I am stillso a-mazin
I flexpunk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitiousso 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 locstep and you get smoked
I have a dream like martin luther king
That one dayyoI can do away
With the pitifuland the critical wack mc’s
Seperate the oceanand throw em in between
Grab my nutshold embecaues they’re golden
With more wins than hulk hogan
It’s the futureof a dope producer
On the risethe hype is my green eyes
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Heyyyyyyerick sermon (wordthat’s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Heyyyyyyerick sermon
Aowwwpart three!
Shhhhhquietyour rap style’s tired
The stores can’t sell itthe fans won’t buy it
Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction
Boy get rid of itlike an abortion
Word is bondyou made a mistake
And struck outwhile I’m home safe at the plate
Def squadact like you knowbacked 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
Heyyyyyyerick sermon (wordthat’s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Who am I e.d. the green eyed bandit
Heyyyyyyerick sermon
Like dat!
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