Текст песни Epmd - Crossover, слова песни Epmd

Текст песни Epmd - Crossover

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(Erick Sermon)Erick Sermon`s in the houseLet`s get up, let`s get downRoll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore soundLet`s get wit this, mackadocious funk materialSo simple, when I rock wit the instrumentalWho am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)Control my career so I can never get strandedBut the rest are gettin Brand NubianChanged up they style, from jeans to suits andThinkin about a pop record, somethin made for the stationFor a whole new relation-ship of a new type of sceneTo go platinum and clock mad greenAKA, a sellout, the rap definitionGet off that boy, change your missionCome back around the blockPump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tockLet them know your logo, not a black thingMy background sing, my background sing for the crossoverThe Crossover(PMD)The rap era`s outta control, brother`s sellin their soulTo go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MDI`m strictly hip-hop, I`ll stick to Kid CapriFunk mode, yea, kid, that`s how the Squad rollsI know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the illTrying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip(Kid, you`re gonna be large)Yea right, that`s what the company kicksForget the black crowds, you`re wack nowIn a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foulI speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)I`m outta here, catch me chillin on my next tourFrom the US to the white cliffs of DoverStrictly underground funk, keep the crossoverThe crossover(Erick Sermon)(So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weaselYou know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezelBut you insist to piss me off blackSo I flex the biceps so I can push em backSo real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck itAnd all sucker MC`s duck down and get the messageSo ban the crossover, yo, who`s wit me(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me(PMD)Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you overOutta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shoutCuz you got gassed and took the wrong routeCame on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope lineBut when they finish wit you (beep) flatlineSome say there`s no business like show businessBut if this the truth, please explain why is thisRappers been around long, makin mad noise you seeStill I haven`t seen one rapper livin comfortablyNo time to pick and wish on a four leaf cloverI stick to underground, keep the crossoverThe crossover

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