Erick Sermon's in the house
 Let's get up  let's get down
 Roll wit the hardcore funk  the hardcore sound
 Let's get wit this  mackadocious funk material
 So simple  when I rock wit the instrumental
 Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit)
 Control my career so I can never get stranded
 But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian
 Changed up they style  from jeans to suits and
 Thinkin about a pop record  somethin made for the station
 For a whole new relation-
 ship of a new type of scene
 To go platinum and clock mad green
 AKA, a sellout, the rap definition
 Get off that boy, change your mission
 Come back around the block
 Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
 Let them know your logo, not a black thing
 My background sing, my background sing for the crossover
 The Crossover
 (PMD)
 The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul
 To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold
 (To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
 I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
 Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
 I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows
 (Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill
 Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
 Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip
 (Kid, you're gonna be large)
 Yea right, that's what the company kicks
 Forget the black crowds, you're wack now
 In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul
 I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)
 I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour
 From the US to the white cliffs of Dover
 Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover
 The crossover
 (Erick Sermon)
 (So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
 You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel
 But you insist to piss me off black
 So I flex the biceps so I can push em back
 So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
 And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message
 So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me
 (Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me
 (PMD)
 Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder
 (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
 (Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
 Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
 What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
 Cuz you got gassed and took the wrong route
 Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line
 But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline
 Some say there's no business like show business
 But if this the truth, please explain why is this
 Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see
 Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably
 No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
 I stick to underground, keep the crossover
 The crossover