[Erick Sermon]
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As the wind sets the mood, it's time to let off
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A sucker tried to play me, the E I'm not soft
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I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs like Warsaw
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It reminds me, back in 1984
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when I went to a party with the master plan
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to step up, and put the mic in my hand
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Everybody was there, from junior high to high schools
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Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
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Then I got the heart and went by the set
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I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set""Yeah no sweat"
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Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it
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The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it
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Later on I made a record, and got recognition
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Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin
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Written and produced by the new rap duo
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Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
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I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features
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that used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the
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tip tip-top and I won't stop
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To be the master, in the field of hip-hop
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I did that, and got a name for myself
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The image of E, and all of my wealth
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I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same
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Oh what a shame, I diss em
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Who to blame? It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!"
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[P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large
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Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards
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But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed
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Said, "You better grab your books and take your behind to class"
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They said, "You couldn't make a record and expect to get paid
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cause there's too many def rappers in the world today"
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I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def"
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They said, "Your name is Parrish son, you're like all the rest
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Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess"
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But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open
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Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin
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But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas
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Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch, and James Ellis
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I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow
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First name was Terry, last name Romanello
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My records started sellin then P withdrew
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from the college Southern Con, known as SCSU
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But when I often go and visit they say, "P bust a rhyme"
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I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign
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They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex
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but P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex
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And when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper
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"Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?"
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I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain
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It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. "Fame!"
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[P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!"
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[Erick Sermon]
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Oh!
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Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin
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Now you watch Yo! MTV Raps every weekend
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Just to see me, the E and the P
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Coolin out on the scene, with Fab 5 Freddy
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Back then you didn't know, that I was determined
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to be a def rapper with the name Erick Sermon
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To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble
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Then I thought, and came up with E Double
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I can't forget, how they used to diss
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Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
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But I got paid, now you feel stupid
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Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
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Now I clock G's, trunk jewels, and star trims
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Cool around town, and flex my black Benz
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Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks
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Livin well off, with the ? in the bank
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EPMD, is Erick Parrish Makin Dollars
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Always on tour, so you can call us roads/Rhodes scholars
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You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you
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I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the .. "Fame!"
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[E] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm
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I use my crazy def talent, that God has given
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me to flow slow, and still live large
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To drop a def LP, and catch MC's off guard
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Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall
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But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall
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