Just blaze, yeah, check me out now Yo, yo, yo, check me out now Yo, yo, yo, let me hear ya say Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh Put your hands in the air everybody
Yeah, that's right We gon' flash back to 1983 I'ma show you niggas how I was spittin' this pimp game Before most of you niggas even started rappin' 1983
Def Squad, J. Bleezy Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh It's Erick, I'm back again, full fledged American flag in here so y'all pledge A few of y'all sold some
Just like music There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt Word up Oh baby Just like music To relax my mind, so I can be free And absorb sound that keep me
I'm history, these wack chicks can't F with me We get a rude awakening, B K bomb, I got 'em shakin' Def Squad, no fakin', it's Erick Sermon and me Niggaz
'Cause by that time I been did damage The type 9/11, so duke call the reverend Sermon, the rappin' Mandingo A mega producer, more drunk than Ringo 'A Star Is Born', Erick
an' infants can hear it Love is knowin' the rap game is not the same An' still I came Whoever killed 'Pac an' Smalls, they're lame Erick Sermon, learn
Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up
Yeah, Mega, uh-huh Yeah, wh-wha, wha-wha-what? Woo, uh-huh Y'all stinkin' that Squad out there Uh-huh, 610, Megahertz, what Yo yo sup, be chicks over
[Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm E-Dub the invincible bandit, rock house on principle Y'know?I'm the man and Def Squad's the fam Some say I'm that "Boy
No more rain in this cloud No more rain in this cloud My sunshine has come And I'm all cried out And there's no more rain in this cloud My sunshine has
Oooooh! Ah ah! Word is bond Erick Sermon and Funkmaster Flex, ummmm This style come next, ummmm Ooh! My style's miraculous Known like crack or angel
Aiyyo, the platform, watch the stormtroopers swarm The Death Star's more than the devilish dawn It's where Evil an' The Force manifest their form It's
C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up C'mon, clap
Uhh, uhh, yeah See I know how to get down, word up It's so hot it's LL's version of the East Coast chronic Smoke 'til your lungs collapse You supposed
You can't rap like me Uhh, Sy Scott, Def Squad Listen, ain't playin' no games man Yeah, whattup Give or receive and give or take, I'm an Indian giver
Yo, uh, Erick Sermon Yo, uh, huh, J Khari Santiago, uh, uh, uh Daytona, uh-uh, uh Uh-huh, sixteen machines Uh, yo yo Aiyyo, Mark, turn me up Watch DJ