The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York

Has determined, that the sounds you're about to hear

can be devestating, to your ear..



[Erick Sermon]

Yeah, uh-huh, huh, Long Island

Queens.. Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan

Staten.. Y.O., uhh



Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter

The Ving Rhames of rap, it's guns or butter

I make things happen, rappin

The game don't wanna act right, we kidnap it

(Get on the floor!) Rob it like Napster

There's gonna be slow-singin and flower bringin so call the pastor

The Roger Moore of the rap game

He's 007, I'm E-Double the veteran, the name

(Erick!) The way I do it is Mean Joe

Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet

On my CD, you won't hear the same

It's two special guests, and the rest is my name

You won't hear the bling, or the champagne - nuttin

You won't hear a nigga on the microphone frontin

And no love songs, I'm not serenadin

I'm just narratin the streets on my beats

I'm a New York nigga, and Strawberry's home

That's a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger

Go figure; ch-ch-check out, check out, check out "My Melody"

Bittin niggaz' style that's a Jayo Felony

I'm a rap pioneer what you tellin me?

This ain't hot in the street, so what you sellin me?

That's a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke

You a fluke, got proof and that's that



[Chorus: Erick Sermon]

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan (uh-huh)

Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin?

"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..)

It was all good just a week ago

Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten

Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin?

"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..)



[Erick Sermon]

Yeah, why didn't you make your own music?

You thought Down South records'd do it - nope!

You're you, and that's them

Look in the mirror, that's you, and that's them - find yourself

If 'Pac came back he'd be a mad muh'fucker

Now all y'all proceeds should be goin to his mother

{?} get your money, your career was cute

But y'all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors

The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic

Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let's fight!

Ding, there's nuttin more to it

I'm takin back the city and that key you got to it - yep

I'm the first one to bounce Down South

A-T-L in ninety-two, I took that route - uh-huh

Real recognize real

Def Squad regime, the rap supreme, that's my team, yeah



[Chorus]