Owww!
 Word em up  word em up yo
 Yeah yeah  word em up like dat
 Erick Sermon's in effect
 Def Squad  that's the hype
 One more time word
 Yeah
 Yeah  mackadocious shit
 Yeah

 This is my openin  E comin at ya lazy style
 Versatile  crazy wild with my profile
 Dominatin the microphone  on my own
 Freakin it  with the ill vocal tone
 Outspoken  here's a token of my appreciation
 I bring drama like Jason
 Who can see me? You better ask Superman
 for his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission
 Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill
 Will kill if I have to get ill
 Get away, carry on, and step
 like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
 to blow up, anybody in the range
 And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he  Dangerous
 E Double with the funk type shit
 This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker

 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon

 Check this out!
 I still get loose in the rap vocal booth
 I know I can, I can like a train caboose
 Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin
 I make it blacken yo, and make things happen
 Why? I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap
 I'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks
 I am still, so a-mazin
 I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion
 Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
 and buck em down with the gat
 E Double in the house don't you know me
 What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked
 I have a dream like Martin Luther King
 that one day, yo, I can do away
 with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's
 Seperate the ocean, and throw em in between
 Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden
 with more wins than Hulk Hogan
 It's the future, of a dope producer
 on the rise, the hype is my green eyes

 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon

 Aowww, part three!
 Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired
 The stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it
 Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction
 Boy get rid of it, like an abortion
 Word is bond, you made a mistake
 and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate
 Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell
 And that word to me means dough
 Cause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor
 Now I'm back in the door hardcore
 So whattup Duke peace to the crew
 Def Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup
 Motherfucker!

 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
 Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon

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