Lyric Tell Em
Intro:
You abou to come through right. (Yeah don t stress it.) You about to come
through. (I got this check this out man.) You ain t gonna front on me (I
ain t gonna front on niggas man.) Make sure man I m tellin you right now.
(Check this out. What I m about to do right now.) You gonna kick it word
up. Ha
Erick Sermon:
Personal ggats I gots about 11 without weapons I swing more bats than K7
Plus, I m soup like Campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin
In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin Flavor In Ya Ear
Plus I m Gettin Down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin in some work
Hook:
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. Don t slip or you won t be around next
year
"Well heres a little something that needs to be heard." - Slick Rick
Rosalyn:
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin
Bitch that get you open, it s mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause I posses gifts that s wickeder than Hexas
That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC s like queens
And none of y all can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to Rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of Packed Pistol Posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form I m doin work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin my tape release date
Word born, I m comin in like a swarm
Then I m gone before you can ring the alarm
Hook
Keith Murray:
A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest arms and legs
When I m coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal chemicals
Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal
Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That s a promise cause the squad don t make threats
I m a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and beyond all that
other bullshit
Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin , conceptive or
consistant contestant
My deviant delieverance be leavin MC s in the state of malmet depressive
(word up)
Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew you better
tell em
You abou to come through right. (Yeah don t stress it.) You about to come
through. (I got this check this out man.) You ain t gonna front on me (I
ain t gonna front on niggas man.) Make sure man I m tellin you right now.
(Check this out. What I m about to do right now.) You gonna kick it word
up. Ha
Erick Sermon:
Personal ggats I gots about 11 without weapons I swing more bats than K7
Plus, I m soup like Campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin
In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin Flavor In Ya Ear
Plus I m Gettin Down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin in some work
Hook:
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. Don t slip or you won t be around next
year
"Well heres a little something that needs to be heard." - Slick Rick
Rosalyn:
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin
Bitch that get you open, it s mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause I posses gifts that s wickeder than Hexas
That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC s like queens
And none of y all can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to Rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of Packed Pistol Posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form I m doin work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin my tape release date
Word born, I m comin in like a swarm
Then I m gone before you can ring the alarm
Hook
Keith Murray:
A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest arms and legs
When I m coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal chemicals
Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal
Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That s a promise cause the squad don t make threats
I m a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and beyond all that
other bullshit
Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin , conceptive or
consistant contestant
My deviant delieverance be leavin MC s in the state of malmet depressive
(word up)
Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew you better
tell em
