Текст песни Erick Sermon - Open Fire, слова песни Erick Sermon

Текст песни Erick Sermon - Open Fire

Erick Sermon - Open Fire слова песни

Whoop whoop(8x)[redman]Funky dilemmas, destroy mcs by process of elimanationGhetto linger breaks your inner, mind bodyGot me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the assMake peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cellaNo ones betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffnerI phase you wit my nasal style Im ableTo rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sableNow whos on the deal Ill make you feel the realI kill at will wit nine shots in your window sillOr mill, to feel a gust of wind, I mustve been wornWit ten of my dusted friends i, I get up in you like keith murrayMake your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurryMake competition leave early smokin the lalaBlazay blah come through your block and open fire(redmans in the areaKeith murrays in the areaErick sermons in the area)[erick sermon]You best believeIs this mic on word upI swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollarsThe lyrical street fighter call me sagatBlazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shotWhere thers a drum theres a beatAnd where theres guns theres the streetsThis option allows me to make my opponents wit degreesFrom here to overseas, clowns in my mix and dont know the flavaIts the same reason why I threw away my skypagerMagnificent, givin rappers death certificatesWit fly intricate flows by the lowsYall come out the hype description of thisOne time billboard winner, six time gold record listNo one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibeAnd broke it out like a rash, who? So who do I be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the eGet your blunt leafs and fire it upGet your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!Mcs you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier[keith murray]Aaahhhhhh!Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moronI break your little itty bitty styles down to ionsMy rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetryAnd deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rapSounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain cant be definedIn the words I be using when I be rhyminNow you can change your whole word back and forthAnd bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood hed coughMy rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulenceEver since I commenced to subject you to my bullshitI compress your chest and perform open-heart surgeryAnd God forbid I outrageous people see the l.o.d.I love beatin you in the head with thisMake you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analistWay nicer than the force intendedThe nicest rapper that ever came out since you could rememberDef squad

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Open Fire

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