Erick Sermon Lyrics - No Pressure - Erick Sermon

[Erick Sermon] 

Owww! 

Word em up, word em up yo 

Yeah yeah, word em up like dat 

Erick Sermon's in effect 

Def Squad, that's the hype 

One more time word 

Yeah 

Yeah, mackadocious shit 

Yeah 

This is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style 

Versatile, crazy wild with my profile 

Dominatin the microphone, on my own 

Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone 

Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation 

I bring drama like Jason 

Who can see me? You better ask Superman 

for his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission 

Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill 

Will kill if I have to get ill 

Get away, carry on, and step 

like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns 

to blow up, anybody in the range 

And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+ 

E Double with the funk type shit 

This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy) 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon 

Check this out! 

I still get loose in the rap vocal booth 

I know I can, I can like a train caboose 

Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin 

I make it blacken yo, and make things happen 

Why? I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap 

I'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks 

I am still, so a-mazin 

I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion 

Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that 

and buck em down with the gat 

E Double in the house don't you know me 

What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked 

I have a dream like Martin Luther King 

that one day, yo, I can do away 

with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's 

separate the ocean, and throw em in between 

Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden 

with more wins than Hulk Hogan 

It's the future, of a dope producer 

on the rise, the hype is my green eyes 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy) 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon 

Aowww, part three! 

Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired 

The stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it 

Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction 

Boy get rid of it, like an abortion 

Word is bond, you made a mistake 

and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate 

Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell 

And that word to me means dough 

Cause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor 

Now I'm back in the door hardcore 

So whattup Duke peace to the crew 

Def Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup 

Motherfucker! 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy) 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit 

Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon 

Like dat!