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(Let`s take it to the stage sucka)

Erick Sermon:

It`s the E and I`m smokin`. Wild like Tone Loc I`m roastin bakin`

MCs

the E I`m not jokin` so back up punk slack up.

Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.

One by ONE two by TWO three by THREE Yo P...

[Parrish: What`s Up E.D.?]

Pass the Uzi to blow up any wack MC that show up

there goes one blast `im now.

[E hold up.]

*Don`t make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might

escape,

and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and I`m-a catch a bullshit

charge,

plus trial.

It`s my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck MC that

can`t hang.

Don`t forget, I`m crazy swift. My name is Erick Sermon

[yeah, and I`m Parrish Smith]

I could act foolish, start blastin`. Ha ha ha ha, now who`s laughin`?

I`m-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...

[...holler like ya know me!]

I`m mad...

Refrain:

(Here`s a little story, I`ve gots to tell) {scratching} (I`m mad!) 4x

Parrish:

My life story I tell straight from the heart.

When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.

A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or

buddha cess.

Straight up hard work. No sleep and no shorts.

Brainstormin` with the skills that Pop Duke taught.

To keep swingin`, yeah, and not to quit.

Now I ride the Benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,

straight up pussy from Punk City, my attitude`s fucked up and real

shitty.

From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,

who swim in my pool. When it`s time, flex the Benz,

around town, windows down at the South Town, Cool J tape or K-Solo

"Spellbound"

With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin` and sippin`

Old Gold, Red Bull, hands on my dick and

I`m just lampin` with my EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man`s

paid.

But of course not, brother can`t get his props

like for instance, when I cruise up the block

in my 560 lampin` on my Metro phone, chrome kit beamin` all off your

dome.

But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way

That`s how I knew you`re on my dick kid, but it`s okay.

It`s normal, relax, your whole head`s busted.

Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn`t be trusted.

Cuz my sounds pound from here to Okinowi...{kiss} peace and I`m

ouuuutie!

Refrain

Erick:

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic

explodes.

This is not the buckwild style that I be usin`, in fact black,

it causes {mass confusion}

It`s a fallout, when sucker MCs and crowds call out my name,

oh what a shame I got {fame!}

Parrish:

I`m not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,

I`m like Clint Eastwood, `stead of bullets, rhymes I pack

in my flow gun, so son, ya better run,

cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.

We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}

and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.

Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,

I wonder where the E and the P`s at...

[Can they do it again?] You bet your ass, black.

[See you in `91] Until things get the bozack... [I`m mad...]

Refrain

(Let`s take it to the stage sucka)

Erick Sermon:

It`s the E and I`m smokin`. Wild like Tone Loc I`m roastin bakin`

MCs

the E I`m not jokin` so back up punk slack up.

Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.

One by ONE two by TWO three by THREE Yo P...

[Parrish: What`s Up E.D.?]

Pass the Uzi to blow up any wack MC that show up

there goes one blast `im now.

[E hold up.]

*Don`t make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might

escape,

and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and I`m-a catch a bullshit

charge,

plus trial.

It`s my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck MC that

can`t hang.

Don`t forget, I`m crazy swift. My name is Erick Sermon

[yeah, and I`m Parrish Smith]

I could act foolish, start blastin`. Ha ha ha ha, now who`s laughin`?

I`m-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...

[...holler like ya know me!]

I`m mad...

Refrain:

(Here`s a little story, I`ve gots to tell) {scratching} (I`m mad!) 4x

Parrish:

My life story I tell straight from the heart.

When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.

A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or

buddha cess.

Straight up hard work. No sleep and no shorts.

Brainstormin` with the skills that Pop Duke taught.

To keep swingin`, yeah, and not to quit.

Now I ride the Benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,

straight up pussy from Punk City, my attitude`s fucked up and real

shitty.

From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,

who swim in my pool. When it`s time, flex the Benz,

around town, windows down at the South Town, Cool J tape or K-Solo

"Spellbound"

With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin` and sippin`

Old Gold, Red Bull, hands on my dick and

I`m just lampin` with my EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man`s

paid.

But of course not, brother can`t get his props

like for instance, when I cruise up the block

in my 560 lampin` on my Metro phone, chrome kit beamin` all off your

dome.

But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way

That`s how I knew you`re on my dick kid, but it`s okay.

It`s normal, relax, your whole head`s busted.

Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn`t be trusted.

Cuz my sounds pound from here to Okinowi...{kiss} peace and I`m

ouuuutie!

Refrain

Erick:

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic

explodes.

This is not the buckwild style that I be usin`, in fact black,

it causes {mass confusion}

It`s a fallout, when sucker MCs and crowds call out my name,

oh what a shame I got {fame!}

Parrish:

I`m not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,

I`m like Clint Eastwood, `stead of bullets, rhymes I pack

in my flow gun, so son, ya better run,

cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.

We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}

and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.

Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,

I wonder where the E and the P`s at...

[Can they do it again?] You bet your ass, black.

[See you in `91] Until things get the bozack... [I`m mad...]

Refrain

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