| Lyrics: | (let's take it to the stage, sucka)
Erick sermon:
It's the e, and i'm smokin'. wild
like tone loc, i'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e i'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack
up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by
three, yo p...
[parrish: what's up, e.d.?]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show
up,
There goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it
might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a
catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a
duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, i'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and
i'm parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's
laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya know
me!]
I'm mad...
Refrain:
(here's a little story, i've gots to tell) {scratching}
(i'm mad!) 4x
Parrish:
My life story i tell straight from the heart.
When suckers
tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold,
no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin'
with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now i ride
the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my
attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who
swim in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the
south town, cool j tape or k |
