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Erick Sermon:

As I pump up a brand new funk swing,

and bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King.

Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin’a MC,

I bust a grill, and the reaction I check,

inspect, make sure the head’s wrecked;

snap a neck for some live effects.

A machine, my functioning, that’s mean.

I stay together, my man, like Al Green.

I’m a slayer, the E-R-I-C-K and I’m back

to attack a punk chump that ain’t sayin’jack.

Boom, I’m buckwild when I’m stoned,

I close only one eye like a cyclone.

So I throw on my black shades that’s rhinestone,

summer to my Benz that’s outlined in chrome.

I’m the Grand Royal MC, I’m no joke.

I hit like a Phillie Blunt when it’s toked.

I smoke, an MC well-done, he gets done.

I’m knockin’out wack MCs like Michael Nunn.

Full-power, one punch, crunch, I’m throwin’bolos.

I’m strapped heavy, my handguns that’s solo.

I’m packed when it’s time to get down.

Cuz Erick Sermon’s comin’straight from the Underground…

PMD:

Okie dokie. My mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the

bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me Old Gold is cold when I pop the cap.

Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.

Cuz I’m too smooth, pay my dues, and can’t lose.

I’m Top Gun, pullin’bitches like Tom Cruise.

And my main man, D-Wade, still gets paid.

And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.

So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet,

blast the boom-box, then act like George and Jet-son.

Cuz my style, similar to Tae Kwon Do, but hey-yo,

I don’t kick or throw stars, this brother flows

to the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top

of druggin’or thuggin, D.T.s or cops.

I say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest

you put a buck on Lotto, and if you win, you should invest

in a new grill, Bill, cuz I rock non- until

the Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill.

There’s a fat chance, with the brother bistro,

cuz I’m the master of the quadraverb and the echo.

There’s no time to stop, so P keep on steppin'

on the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.

That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.

One slug to the head, mafioso style.

You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound,

watch yourself son, I’m comin’straight from the underground.

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