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 Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)
 (PMD)
 When I turn a party out  all hands is in the air
 Some say it's chill  New York throw chairs
 The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
 Girls rush the stage  faggots cold dip
 Low to avoid the caps and blows
 By the gangbanners at the B boy shows
 Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
 But they can't  systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud
 Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
 Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
 The bass continues to thump
 Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
 Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
 Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
 And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout
 "Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out
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 (E Double)
 Rap combat squares sat and I attack
 Any crab MC that's down wit the wack
 And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck
 Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech
 I'm terror, new edition to rap era
 I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever
 I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius
 I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)?
 Yo, wit that, I can break fool
 Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
 Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
 No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
 K-A, microphone wrecker E-D
 The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
 Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
 My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
 I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
 Mess wit me and get your manhood token
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 (Redman)
 I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
 You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
 I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit
 And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
 Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
 Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time
 Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)?
 Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
 Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a
 Fuck a freak, words before play
 Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
 On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback
 A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson
 A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
 Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam
 Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam
 Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson
 I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson
 Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon
 Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums
 Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro
 My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
 Known as I live large, life will be luxury
 Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
 Nasty nigga, competition is none
 From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn
 Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking
 Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
 Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea
 Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D
 Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
 Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels
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