Yeah  this is Colorado from Shadz of Lingo
 Kickin it with the Funklord himself  E Double
 Hittin' switches  and we bout to get stupid
 So you know  yo E  check it

 [Erick Sermon]
 Ah yeah one two  hey young world  hey young world {"It's on!"}
 Mic check  here I go again  check me out
 Bust the flavor {"heYYYYYyyyy"} you know my clout
 Rough and rugged    funk's the contact I hit you with
 to make your head split, trip and do a backflip
 I swing it hardcore like an orangutang
 I bring it wicked, and freak the funk slang
 like god damn, yea dude gnarly, fuckin A
 I don't Play-Doh, my nickname ain't Clay
 It's the E Double, mackaframa, bust the grammar
 My style is sickening, like Roseanne-ah
 Plus, I'm funky like _Atomic Dog_
 Boy you can't see me, I'm thicker than fog, so
 save that drama, here's a floppy disk don't risk it
 Boo-yaa, that's my biscuit!
 On the mic, I cover every angle
 A square, tri-part to a rectangle
 I mean dat wit a passion, so be it
 When I rock the mic it's worth seein
 So cop a squad and parlay bitch
 with the E-R-I-C-K, while I'm hittin' switches

 Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 2X)

 Off and on, off and on, it's on (4X)
 Hittin' switches!

 [Erick Sermon]
 Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk so
 RING THE ALARM, ding! While I drop the bomb
 on the country, E's gettin funky word to mother
 I smother, any emcee or so-called brother
 Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
 The roughneck from New York City
 You wanna mess around with the ill bastard
 then get your ass kicked, messin with the click
 Def Squad, now on location, with the funky sensation
 You wanna step you must be freebasin
 Punk, why you playin, you bored?
 You can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord
 I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery
 ummmm, without Agatha Christie (there we go)
 You think you know _What's Going On_
 without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon let's get down
 I spark your brain with all funk material
 And gettin wicked, and let Wilson Pickett
 Before I break, let me announce - get the bozack
 Now we all can bounce, as I'm hittin' switches

 Chorus

 [Erick Sermon]
 (Switch) Back in effect mode, droppin loads
 Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads
 and ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech
 Make the contact strong as bleach
 Rock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-mite
 so I can fly high like Mike and "Just Do It"
 And get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steel
 in case there's caps to peel
 In the mix, when I flex the context, beware
 like when you're havin safe sex
 I continue to get brand new, one two
 My mic held tight, so I can recite the hype
 and get busy, my name is Erick Sermon
 Back for the Adventure, without Pee-Wee Herman
 For those who don't know, don't act suspicious
 while I'm hittin' switches

 Chorus