Crossover

EPMD

(Erick Sermon)



Erick Sermon's in the house



Let's get up let's get down



Roll wit the hardcore funk the hardcore sound



Let's get wit this mackadocious funk material



So simple when I rock wit the instrumental



Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit)



Control my career so I can never get stranded



But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian



Changed up they style from jeans to suits and



Thinkin about a pop record somethin made for the station



For a whole new relation-



ship of a new type of scene



To go platinum and clock mad green



AKA, a sellout, the rap definition



Get off that boy, change your mission



Come back around the block



Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock



Let them know your logo, not a black thing



My background sing, my background sing for the crossover



The Crossover



(PMD)



The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul



To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold



(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD



I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri



Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls



I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows



(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill



Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"



Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip



(Kid, you're gonna be large)



Yea right, that's what the company kicks



Forget the black crowds, you're wack now



In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul



I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)



I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour



From the US to the white cliffs of Dover



Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover



The crossover



(Erick Sermon)



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