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
yes We don't care nuttin 'bout you Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air Oh yeah, 'cause Sermon
[Reverend Run] Now I said, now here this Thus sayesth the Lord God And I believe, a lot of us Shouldn't even condemn these rappers Because if nobody would
Good evenin' I must Repeat and cheat once again we gonna talk about bitches n Hoz There is somethin wrong with 'em especially now they want niggas to
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
, here I iz on radar A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar 'Cause by that time I been did damage The type 9/11, so duke call the reverend Sermon
People in the house, Sermon, aight As we proceed, holla at ya boy People in the house, scream at me, aight Love is, yeah, music that you feel good Neighborhood
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
fast your brother's boat'll run I tell you there ain't nothin' that'll test your faith Like a long sermon on a pretty Sunday Like a long sermon on a
Sermon sung me slow to sleep Faster if I had a choice With every breath another death Still so in love with your own voice Idle threats to hide regrets
Brothers and sisters, we live in a troubled time. We live in a time when lack of ability and talent is mistaken for genius. When jumping on the bandwagon
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
Ohh, ye whose future is in other hands Foul feeders, slipped are you on your excrement? Parasites having the world lousy Imagine you are of significance
