featuring Keith Murray and Rosalyn
Intro:
You abou to come through right. (Yeah don't stress it.) You about to come
through. (I got this check this out man.) You ain't gonna front on me (I
ain't gonna front on niggas man.) Make sure man I'm tellin' you right now.
(Check this out. What I'm about to do right now.) You gonna kick it word
up. Ha
Erick Sermon:
Personal ggats I gots about 11 without weapons I swing more bats than K7
Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin
In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin' Flavor In Ya Ear
Plus I'm Gettin' Down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin' in some work
Hook:
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. Don't slip or you won't be around next
year
"Well heres a little something that needs to be heard." - Slick Rick
Rosalyn:
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin'
Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause I posses gifts that's wickeder than Hexas
That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC's like queens
And none of y'all can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to Rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of Packed Pistol Posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks
Now even cheap
