(let's take it to the stagesucka)



Erick sermon:

It's the eand I'm smokin'. wild like tone locI'm roastinbakin' mcs

The e I'm not jokin' so back uppunkslack up.

Watch your weak possebefore they get smacked up.

One by onetwo by twothree by threeyo p...

[parrish: what's upe.d.? ]

Pass the uzito blow upany wack mc that show up

There goes oneblast 'im now.

[ehold up.]

*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too latethe punk might escape

And buck whyleand in factbite my styleand i'm-a catch a bullshit charge

Plus trial.

It's my thing to swingyour first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.

Don't forgetI'm crazy swift.	my name is erick sermon

[yeahand I'm parrish smith]

I could act foolishstart blastin'. ha ha ha hanow who's laughin'? 

I'm-a let ya slidebut ya owe menext time you see me...

[...holler like ya know me!]

I'm mad...



Refrain:

(here's a little storyI'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 successno old goldno cocaineor buddha cess.

Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.

Brainstormin' with the skills that pop duke taught.

To keep swingin'yeahand not to quit.

Now I ride the benzyou ride the dickwith your punk friends

Straight up pussy from punk citymy attitude's fucked up and real shitty.

From the backstabbersyeah my so-called friends

Who swim in my pool. when it's timeflex the benz

Around townwindows down at the south towncool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"

With fly girlies dippinbrothers grippin' and sippin'

Old goldred bullhands on my dick and

I'm just lampin' with my ek shadestruck-jewelsobviously the man's paid.

But of course notbrother can't get his props

Like for instancewhen I cruise up the block

In my 560 lampin' on my metro phonechrome kit beamin' all off your dome.

But like a suckayeahyou looked the other way

That's how I knew you're on my dick kidbut it's okay.

It's normalrelaxyour whole head's busted.

Caught in the rap skitya couldn't be trusted.

Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!



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Erick:

Stay tuned to this last episodewhen 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 falloutwhen sucker mcs and crowds call out my name

Oh what a shame I got {fame!}

Parrish:

I'm not a new jackmy rhymes are not wackand in fact

I'm like clint eastwood'stead of bulletsrhymes I pack

In my flow gunso sonya better run

Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisonerswe take none.

We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}

And when my jam hits the streetsthe sounds explode.

Watch the right hookduck the death blow jack

I wonder where the e and the p's at...

[can they do it again? ] you bet your assblack.

[see you in '91] until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]



Refrain