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Erick Sermon

Genres: Hip-Hop

Maintain Lyrics - Erick Sermon

C'mon clap your hands wind it up 

C'mon clap your hands wind it up 

C'mon clap your hands wind it up 

 

C'mon clap your hands wind it up 

C'mon clap your hands wind it up 

C'mon clap your hands wind it up 

 

Hush I'm comin' through with the bum rush 

Feelins forced style Adidas Cold Crush 

What? My style's ridiculous 

Who's gettin' wit that spectaculous miraculous? 

Word to Lexus I'm from New York 

I'm flowin' like Dom P so unpop the cork 

Now feelin' me for real do' 

I'm the one who came from the back and blew the brains out of Al Pacino 

(Word up) Welcome to this rendition 

Of lyricism, I'm on a Doug E.Fresh mission 

Somebody stop me, I'm outta control please 

Before I do autopsies on these MC's 

Open em up, they hollow on the inside 

No heart pumpin', their organ missin' somethin' 

Trueness, yeah they get no props 

Without Das I come with the Real Hip-Hop 

 

I maintain 

I hold it down, so gimme that microphone 

And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone 

When a brother like E is on the microphone, uh 

I maintain 

I hold it down, so gimme that microphone 

And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone 

When a brother like E-D is on the microphone 

 

Hold up, how y'all tryin' ta play me, uh 

When I paved the way for y'all punks to MC 

You're not hard, ol school pull your card 

Wit the quickness, chump and Jehovah Witness 

Agony of defeat on the street 

In front of your crew diggin', in front of your main chicken 

Oh, it's more than meet the eye, oh my god 

Somebody got shook by a hardcore mirage 

Speak on it, I get busy every week on it 

DIE E-I, I sing and get unique on it 

The miracle child, the chosen one 

(POOF) Behind the Def Squad come the truth 

There chill, I got that microphone 

So lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone 

I can't believe, I come with the mad degrees, boy 

Freakin' the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh 

 

I maintain 

I hold it down, so gimme that microphone 

And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone 

When a brother like E is on the microphone, uh 

I maintain, huh 

I hold it down, so gimme that microphone 

And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone 

When a brother like E-D is on the microphone, word 

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