Lyric Erick Sermon
[Erick Sermon]
O
Word em up word em up yo
Yeah yeah word em up like dat
Erick Sermon s in effect
Def Squad that s the hype
One more time word
Yeah
Yeah mackadocious shit
Yeah
This is my openin E comin at ya lazy style
Versatile crazy wild with my profile
Dominatin the microphone on my own
Freakin it with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken here s a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his super vision, cause I m on a fuckin mission
Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill
Will kill if I have to get ill
Get away, carry on, and step
like the S1 s, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I m bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double with the funk type shit
This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Check this out!
I still get loose in the rap vocal booth
I know I can, I can like a train caboose
Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin
I make it blacken yo, and make things happen
Why? I m like the Michael Jackson of rap
I m bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks
I am still, so a-mazin
I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don t you know me
What s up homey loc, step and you get smoked
I have a dream like Martin Luther King
that one day, yo, I can do away
with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC s
Seperate the ocean, and throw em in between
Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they re golden
with more wins than Hulk Hogan
It s the future, of a dope producer
on the rise, the hype is my green eyes
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Ao part three!
Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style s tired
The stores can t sell it, the fans won t buy it
Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction
Boy get rid of it, like an abortion
Word is bond, you made a mistake
and struck out, while I m home safe at the plate
Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell
And that word to me means dough
Cause look -- I ve been rich and I ve been poor
Now I m back in the door hardcore
So whattup Duke peace to the crew
Def Squad s in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup
Motherfucker!
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Like dat!
O
Word em up word em up yo
Yeah yeah word em up like dat
Erick Sermon s in effect
Def Squad that s the hype
One more time word
Yeah
Yeah mackadocious shit
Yeah
This is my openin E comin at ya lazy style
Versatile crazy wild with my profile
Dominatin the microphone on my own
Freakin it with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken here s a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his super vision, cause I m on a fuckin mission
Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill
Will kill if I have to get ill
Get away, carry on, and step
like the S1 s, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I m bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double with the funk type shit
This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Check this out!
I still get loose in the rap vocal booth
I know I can, I can like a train caboose
Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin
I make it blacken yo, and make things happen
Why? I m like the Michael Jackson of rap
I m bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks
I am still, so a-mazin
I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don t you know me
What s up homey loc, step and you get smoked
I have a dream like Martin Luther King
that one day, yo, I can do away
with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC s
Seperate the ocean, and throw em in between
Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they re golden
with more wins than Hulk Hogan
It s the future, of a dope producer
on the rise, the hype is my green eyes
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Ao part three!
Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style s tired
The stores can t sell it, the fans won t buy it
Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction
Boy get rid of it, like an abortion
Word is bond, you made a mistake
and struck out, while I m home safe at the plate
Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell
And that word to me means dough
Cause look -- I ve been rich and I ve been poor
Now I m back in the door hardcore
So whattup Duke peace to the crew
Def Squad s in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup
Motherfucker!
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that s my motherfuckin name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Like dat!
