Erick Sermon

Oooooh! Ah ah! Word is bond<br>Erick Sermon and Funkmaster Flex, ummmm<br>This style come next, ummmm<br><br>Ooh! My style`s miraculous<br>Known like crack or angel dust up on the corner<br>I`m dirty like pneumonia<br>Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round<br>I`m devious mischievious, and if y`all believe in this<br>then cool, alrighty then<br>Let`s begin with this masquerade without George Benson`s rendition<br>Huh, don`t forget boy I`m still Hittin Switches<br>Hittin nubianses with rags or re-iches<br>Whatever`s clever, I still be the Funklord<br>E Double, from EPMD from NYC<br>My style starts more fights than hockey<br>I Wayne Gretzky, on any MC<br>Double or Nothing, raise your bets<br>If you got it empty your pockets<br>Shit take the gold off your watches<br>Huh, I`m confidence<br>I will Trailblaze you and your crew to Portland<br>First class wearin WalkMans<br>Now, who let the bones out the closet<br>The fans cut you off like if they were Lorena Bobbitt`s boy<br>That`s trifling, and was it deserved maybe<br>That`s more evil than Rosemary`s baby<br>Anybody outcast the E I`m doin him<br>Try my best to ruin dem and outright screwin em<br>From Boyz II Men, turn men to boys<br>From child to kids for whatever dey did<br>You dig? You crossed the wrong bridge and it`s over<br>It`s rigged, with all types of deadly explosives<br>Watch out, I`m Serious like Jermaine Jackson<br>I call Red when it`s Time 4 Sum Aksion<br>I`m coming through with the ultimate<br>Ultra-style-Magnetic, funkdafied shit from me Erick<br>Who said the E can`t rock? That`s bullshit<br>Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls<br>You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not<br>You might get beat down, stomped like Sasquatch<br>Your girl, like Keith Sweat, "I wanna..."<br>Fuck her, psych I already stuck her<br>Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up<br>Here`s an icepack homeboy shut the hell up<br>Huh, Erick Sermon comes through<br>I can`t be stopped, I`m like a runaway train<br>No Half-Steppin like if I was Kane<br>I come through the crowd Rugged-Sluggish, to the Bone<br>I grab the microphone niggaz know me, whassup homey<br>Who wanna go through me<br>I fuck around and blow him and repeats what they done<br>I gets dumb, one two one<br>Did your shit is done, one two