Erick Sermon Erick Sermon Lyrics Erick Sermon lyrics

Ow, word 'em up, word 'em up, yo
Yeah, yeah, word 'em up like that
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
Hey, 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
Hey, 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 amazin'
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 whack MC's
Separate the ocean and throw 'em in between

Grab my nuts, hold 'em, because 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
Hey, 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
Hey, Erick Sermon

Aow, part three
Shh, 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 what up 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
Hey, 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
Hey, Erick Sermon

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