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