imma gitz mine
erick sermon
the mastermind begins upon a quest
gettin stupid -- shootin rhymes like arrows shot by cupid
come correct when you steppin dude
or i might blast you durin my interlude
a name you know so don't front kid
e.d. rock the mic and roll the blunt
goal is to get naughty by nature
and blow up like when girls blow up my skypager
make loot by the stacks - so when i come back
show the way i flip the funk lyric
and get ghost - with the magical form of spirit
i don't dare front or flake
abuse and use a funky form of dialect
i freak the ill concept like
skip to my loo my darling
i got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
and flash back to the wop
now i got the +vibeology+
somethin paula abdul would say
and not the blonde ambition
got props from north south
why can't we all just get along like my man rodney king
who asked you? i'm doin what i gotta do
i'm guaranteed to have my own show
if i maintain to be a desperado
stayin wicked when i kick it through your speaker
you might think i'm a alien
strange -- and i like it"