Freestyle - Erick Sermon Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Oooooh! Ah ah! Word is bond 

Erick Sermon and Funkmaster Flex, ummmm 

This style come next, ummmm 

Ooh! My style's miraculous 

Known like crack or angel dust up on the corner 

I'm dirty like pneumonia 

Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round 

I'm devious mischievious, and if y'all believe in this 

then cool, alrighty then 

Let's begin with this masquerade without George Benson's rendition 

Huh, don't forget boy I'm still Hittin Switches 

Hittin nubianses with rags or re-iches 

Whatever's clever, I still be the Funklord 

E Double, from EPMD from NYC 

My style starts more fights than hockey 

I Wayne Gretzky, on any MC 

Double or Nothing, raise your bets 

If you got it empty your pockets 

Shit take the gold off your watches 

Huh, I'm confidence 

I will Trailblaze you and your crew to Portland 

First class wearin WalkMans 

Now, who let the bones out the closet 

The fans cut you off like if they were Lorena Bobbitt's boy 

That's trifling, and was it deserved maybe 

That's more evil than Rosemary's baby 

Anybody outcast the E I'm doin him 

Try my best to ruin dem and outright screwin em 

From Boyz II Men, turn men to boys 

From child to kids for whatever dey did 

You dig? You crossed the wrong bridge and it's over 

It's rigged, with all types of deadly explosives 

Watch out, I'm Serious like Jermaine Jackson 

I call Red when it's Time 4 Sum Aksion 

I'm coming through with the ultimate 

Ultra-style-Magnetic, funkdafied shit from me Erick 

Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit 

Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls 

You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not 

You might get beat down, stomped like Sasquatch 

Your girl, like