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[Erick
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a
Yo, don't him nothing but a microphone
stop, I'm not finished yet
You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a
this: Lounge, you in the danger zone
I you would, now leave me alone
You pick and you wish on a clover
To be the E E over and over
intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and it swing

I the capability to rap and chill
wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill
It's like a Diggum
me and I'll smack you back
I get when the bassline thumps
A MC arrives, now it's time for lunch
When I'm on the scene, I notice one thing
I'm not Bounce, so MC's cling
I consider better than average
Yo, I rock the mic like a wild savage

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I'm in the state, I can't concentrate
I make a move like chess, and I yell "checkmate"
You know why I get zanier and
Because of mania
When I walk through the crowd I can see heads
I hear saying "That's Erick Sermon"
Not from the women, but from the men
You know It feels good, my friend

I'm the P E, the Thrilla of Manilla
Better known as the MC cold
PMD cold keeps the place
And if not we feel like we owe you something
lotto, you have to be in it to win it
But if the beat is fresh then J will spin it
If J spin it, it has to be fresh
To make you until there's no one left

you a customer

[Erick
Praying a prey when the fox in action
I smell blood, no for maxing
Camoflauge in the green, my is arc
Plus you in trouble cause after dark
My eyes close Steve Austin, I got you in the square
I let you run, nah, that ain't fair
So I clear my visions I can spot him
him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him"

Whenever MC's, you're in your head
My are hungry plus they haven't been fed
The process of is quite simple
Let you grow like a and pop you like a pimple
Slice you like lettuce, toss you a salad
Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't
As we go on, sucker MC's wacker
Like a parrot says "Polly a cracker"

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It was a record test, nothing we can't
At the they had the mics on the mantle
Looked at the DJ and "May I?"
Lit it up like the of July
Because I float a butterfly, sting like a bee
Woah, I'm the E of
I have a strong point of on the way things run
Just shut up and and learn my son

Absorb that ass Bounty, the quicker picker upper
To tell you up front, nothing but a sucker
The style we're using, no copastetic
You try to bite and yet sound
Design my rhymes a taylor, floatin' like a sailor
As the P gets stronger, MC's get
Not bragging or protagging, not fagging
MC's surrender, raise the and
Give up the because the signs are vital
I a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle

You a

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I a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich
I feel good, now it's to do damage
I feel like balanced, you know what I
Wanna rhyme one time, to release the
When I the mic I get dramatic like an actor
You why I get over? I'm the master
I do a show, it in til it's clamming up
Look for the then jam it up

You said you see me in New York Tech
You got one fella, you deserve a check
How did you know, you must have jocking
How do you know the I be rocking?
Don't follow me fella, every that I make
I'm hostile now so give you a break
Well search me but don't go past the limit
Here's a card and on the back is my fan digits

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There's two things to check out in the words that I'm
listen to the good time playing
Bro is bad, the he's plucking
Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch duck and

MC's, the final
You tired, can you go the round?
If you can, I'll your hand and give you credit
And if not, I'll around and say "Forget it"

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People say I'm a party pooper
To tell the I'm a born trooper

You a