[Intro] (Erick Sermon: ...to make the brothers act fools)
[Verse] I got it goin on, since I'm up next to flex You bet I drop heavy so girls grab your Kotex I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit And my lip gets to the point, to rip some mo' fly shit Redman ready to rock rough rhymes Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time Punk push a pen and pencil when I'm pissed Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum, funky to floor, ay Fuck ya freak words for foreplay Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson A madman, who mutilize men with 9-M-M Bullets blow bad, brother back to back I slam Bread and butter, break beats to Bam Bam Jump off the jim before I jack my johnson I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swansons Dennis stamp dummy, I'm diggin a dungeon Can you dig that I dig deep, to destroy dumb-dumbs? Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro My afro's in the house (YO YO YO!) Long as I live large, life will be luxury Ladies in Lamborghinis, love is like luck to me Nasty nigga, competition is none From Newark, New Jersey, knock heads like Mike Nunn Shit, grab the steel when I'm strokin Smoke with shotguns but the sign said no smokin Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea Cut like Chuckie, plus style is cock-D Superman Lover, cool from the new school Hold your breath, while I walk holdin my jewels
[Hook (Repeat until scratched fade out)] Hardcore to make the brothers act foolsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
