Funkmaster Flex - Freestyle - Erick Sermon lyrics

rate me

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 Keith Sweat, "I wanna..."

Fuck her, psych I already stuck her

Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up

Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up

Huh, Erick Sermon comes through

I can't be stopped, I'm like a runaway train

No Half-Steppin like if I was Kane

I come through the crowd Rugged-Sluggish, to the Bone

I grab the microphone niggaz know me, whassup homey

Who wanna go through me

I fuck around and blow him and repeats what they done

I gets dumb, one two one

Did your shit is done, one two