Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no On the lyric, its to be modest I knew I was the man with the plan To make you wiggle and jiggle, like Just think I sink, into the brain structure (don't on the e) you see, something might rupture I take time for me to blow your mind Take a second to wreck it you're dumb and blind So just lounge, cause you're a MC Go the circus, EPMD in town
Total chaos, no confusion so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion Like a magician, who pulls a out a hat, son I pull them all like a .44 MC freeze stop look and listen, and try to Its traveling the speed of light, but motion Is frightening, the thought you alone You now enter dimension, called the zone You're terrified, plus you cant the thought You and I one-on-one, in the of the lost You start to shiver, but you scream, my friend Yo wake up muttley, because dreaming again But next time I'm on the scene, do not try to us Keep your mouth shut sucker duck, because I'm strictly
This is the rap season, where the e pleasing Girls around the world no to be skeezing When I roll I stroll, cool always a tool Just in case, a brother acts a Ive got the energy, to put the in the frenzy Put it in shock I rock, give it up I'm not stingy Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance (get busy, boy) like you saw before Rhyme flow, good to go, the show, Ill pull your hoe, boy (Yo, you blow? ), hell no! I got my whole life of me, no time to be sniffing And my parents find out, then they start So I stay, a-okay, I'm the e, the r-I-c-k
MC's look me in my face, their eyes get weak rate descends, heart rate increases Its like beam me up, scotty, I control body I'm as deadly as when its time to rock a party And all due respect, when I say mic Let a slide once, then I break his neck So I say jump, you reply, how high? Because I'm no prisoners, so don't play hero and die Cause you're a soldier, and I'm a green I do not think twice about the MC's I So if you want to battle, I highly recommend your dog, mom, and dad, because I'm strictly business
Yo yo, you're still picking on that four-leaf in the sandman, sucker, because its over My is Erick Sermon and I'm back again I see the heads still turning and my so-called smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash Mad and stuff, they don't have cash the e-double, or the PMD He drives a corvette, I drive a samurai I'm a locksmith, with the key to Never high on myself, always stay the Play a lot because I'm hot, a horse I trot Around the and back, fatigued? no, I'm not
Well I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one who to say hello To a fly that is good to go With the slow tempo, and the off-beat flow Cause I am in action, there is no time for maxing Or relaxing, just subtracting and On a MC who mouth keeps on yapping and flapping I lose my cool, Ill start slapping and smacking You roll? then Albee start jacking and capping No time to lounge, I'm packing and At my point of I soar at you like an eagle I'm the sheriff, and is illegal So next I'm in town, I highly recommend this You gots to chill, I'm strictly business