Verse one: sermon
Epmd stay focused, e's about to freak it Hardcore, but not rough enough to it So relax and chill, get down with the And like damon wayans, we're in black colour Sheik, the beats make em A unique technique, flavors like black sheep You know my mad rugged, you love it You never heard the funk the e was discovered I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic arranger, e.d's danger We make the that make you *owwwww!* Make you wanna scream like james brown so I can rock a I'm swift, I bring light to a skip I rock the all night, the crowd chant my shit I leave at sundown, away chillin Cool, and mental like mike bivins Then I find the hit squad, and buckwhylin Chump, i'ma...
Verse two: smith
to the posse, yeah ok you got me Another rap about to o.d. Beat fanatic from the hard scene You know the kid in the s-o with the fog beam Skins cool I mingle are simple 'i'll be gentle, I'll be gentle' Don't bug on my rap skill boy, because mental is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck No bluff, your neck'll get so kill the ruff stuff Brentwood's my town home of Dress code is don't care so take a chill Smallest place on the map bustin big caps Where girlies troop tim boots and baseball where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin Bust it hobbes, i'ma
Verse three: erick sermon, smith
Now it's time for me the e to it loco No to guess homeboy, you know my vocals Gimme a break to focused on my tape I'm more great, I got the key to my state I'm like brillo, I bust like a pistol The b-boy is nine mil or is til The underground sound be pumped for the new Who you baby? I'm not bo jackson, get the bozack
Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, the format Hardcore underground, just like Word to got more steel than pittsburgh So with the smart comments, or boy you get served I'm cock-d keep you like ali Collect the dough you know and then I'm On the downlow, no or buckwhylin Bust it kid, cause