[Erick Sermon]
 Hey young world  one two  one two
 Check it out y'all
 Uhh  Shadz of Lingo in the house
 E Double's in the house with Def Squad
 on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo

 Mic check one two  yo you got my nerves jumpin around
 and _Humpin' Around_ like Bobby Brown across town
 I ain't with that  so don't cramp my style
 Step off me  I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
 Yo how could you ask what I'm doin
 when I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
 My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
 Makes me phone home to my family
 Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
 than Batman played by Michael Keaton
 I crossed over, let me name someone that's black
 with fame, and pockets that are fat
 Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one
 Packs a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's
 Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
 so I can shoot his ass like Cupid
 E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo
 Here to bust out the funky single
 Ahh shit, there goes my pager
 I'll see you later, because yo

 Chorus: Erick Sermon

 Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)

 [Shadz of Lingo - 1]
 One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real
 Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
 Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
 One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
 from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY
 Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
 The funk is flowin to the maximum
 from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them
 Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
 to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
 Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
 and don't give a motherfuck how you feel
 Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
 Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
 The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that
 E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that

 Chorus

 [Shadz of Lingo - 2]
 Yo it's the Lingo of the Shadz
 Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
 melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit
 that you used to, and stylin that you ain't
 What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
 {*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin
 A soundman's body turnin up every weekend
 Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember
 I can't recall a full week since this past December
 And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em
 Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em
 But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
 to hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER
 Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}
 The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
 Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
 brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
 Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight}
 Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}
 Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
 where's the {where's the} soundman
 Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
 cause {cause}

 Chorus

 [Erick Sermon]
 Hey young world
 Check me out, check me, check me out
 Hey young world
 New York's in the house
 Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
 New York's in the motherfuckin, house
 Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house
 Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
 E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)
 Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house
 Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)
 Word