Текст песни Epmd - Erick Sermon, слова песни Epmd

Текст песни Epmd - Erick Sermon

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[erick sermon]Owww!Word em up, word em up yoYeah yeah, word em up like datErick sermons in effectDef squad, thats the hypeOne more time wordYeahYeah, mackadocious shitYeahThis is my openin, e comin at ya lazy styleVersatile, crazy wild with my profileDominatin the microphone, on my ownFreakin it, with the ill vocal toneOutspoken, heres a token of my appreciationI bring drama like jasonWho can see me? you better ask supermanFor his super vision, cause Im on a fuckin missionTest my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grillWill kill if I have to get illGet away, carry on, and stepLike the s1s, cause my crew carry big gunsTo blow up, anybody in the rangeAnd plus Im bad as michael jackson, even though he +dangerous+E double with the funk type shitThis is it, so get with the skit motherfuckerWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditHeyyyyyy, erick sermon (word, thats my motherfuckin name boy)Who am I e.d. the green eyed banditWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditHeyyyyyy, erick sermonCheck this out!I still get loose in the rap vocal boothI know I can, I can like a train cabooseSmoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappinI make it blacken yo, and make things happenWhy? Im like the michael jackson of rapIm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracksI am still, so a-mazinI flex, punk and get funky for the occasionSuperstitious, so I kill black cats and all thatAnd buck em down with the gatE double in the house dont you know meWhats up homey loc, step and you get smokedI have a dream like martin luther kingThat one day, yo, I can do awayWith the pitiful, and the critical wack mcsSeperate the ocean, and throw em in betweenGrab my nuts, hold em, becaues theyre goldenWith more wins than hulk hoganIts the future, of a dope producerOn the rise, the hype is my green eyesWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditHeyyyyyy, erick sermon (word, thats my motherfuckin name boy)Who am I e.d. the green eyed banditWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditHeyyyyyy, erick sermonAowww, part three!Shhhhh, quiet, your rap styles tiredThe stores cant sell it, the fans wont buy itHell no - even if it was sold at an auctionBoy get rid of it, like an abortionWord is bond, you made a mistakeAnd struck out, while Im home safe at the plateDef squad, act like you know, backed by russellAnd that word to me means doughCause look -- Ive been rich and Ive been poorNow Im back in the door hardcoreSo whattup duke peace to the crewDef squads in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoupMotherfucker!Who am I e.d. the green eyed banditWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditHeyyyyyy, erick sermon (word, thats my motherfuckin name boy)Who am I e.d. the green eyed banditWho am I e.d. the green eyed banditHeyyyyyy, erick sermonLike dat!

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