[Shadz of Lingo]
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Yeah, this is Colorado from Shadz of Lingo
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Kickin it with the Funklord himself, E Double
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Hittin' switches, and we bout to get stupid
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So you know, yo E, check it
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[Erick Sermon]
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Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world ("It's on!")
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Mic check, here I go again, check me out
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Bust the flavor ("heYYYYYyyyy") you know my clout
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Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact I hit you with
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to make your head split, trip and do a backflip
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I swing it hardcore like an orangutang
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I bring it wicked, and freak the funk slang
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like god damn, yea dude gnarly, fuckin A
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I don't Play-Doh, my nickname ain't Clay
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It's the E Double, mackaframa, bust the grammar
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My style is sickening, like Roseanne-ah
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Plus, I'm funky like _Atomic Dog_
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Boy you can't see me, I'm thicker than fog, so
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save that drama, here's a floppy disk don't risk it
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Boo-yaa, that's my biscuit!
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On the mic, I cover every angle
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A square, tri-part to a rectangle
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I mean dat wit a passion, so be it
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When I rock the mic it's worth seein
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So cop a squad and parlay bitch
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with the E-R-I-C-K, while I'm hittin' switches
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[Chorus: Erick Sermon x2]
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Off and on, off and on, it's on [x4]
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Hittin' switches!
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[Erick Sermon]
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Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk so
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RING THE ALARM, ding! While I drop the bomb
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on the country, E's gettin funky word to mother
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I smother, any emcee or so-called brother
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Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
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The roughneck from New York City
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You wanna mess around with the ill bastard
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then get your ass kicked, messin with the click
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Def Squad, now on location, with the funky sensation
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You wanna step you must be freebasin
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Punk, why you playin, you bored?
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You can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord
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I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery
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ummmm, without Agatha Christie (there we go)
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You think you know _What's Going On_
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without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon let's get down
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I spark your brain with all funk material
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And gettin wicked, and let Wilson Pickett
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Before I break, let me announce - get the bozack
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Now we all can bounce, as I'm hittin' switches
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[Chorus]
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[Erick Sermon]
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(Switch) Back in effect mode, droppin loads
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Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads
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and ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech
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Make the contact strong as bleach
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Rock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-mite
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so I can fly high like Mike and "Just Do It"
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And get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steel
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in case there's caps to peel
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In the mix, when I flex the context, beware
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like when you're havin safe sex
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I continue to get brand new, one two
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My mic held tight, so I can recite the hype
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and get busy, my name is Erick Sermon
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Back for the Adventure, without Pee-Wee Herman
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For those who don't know, don't act suspicious
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while I'm hittin' switches
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[Chorus]
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Hittin' Switches
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Erick Sermon |