[Erick Sermon]
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Hey young world, one two, one two
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Check it out y'all
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Uhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
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E Double's in the house with Def Squad
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on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo
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Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
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and _Humpin' Around_ like Bobby Brown across town
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I ain't with that, so don't cramp my style
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Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
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Yo how could you ask what I'm doin
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when I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
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My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
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Makes me phone home to my family
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Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
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than Batman played by Michael Keaton
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I crossed over, let me name someone that's black
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with fame, and pockets that are fat
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Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one
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Packs a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's
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Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
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so I can shoot his ass like Cupid
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E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo
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Here to bust out the funky single
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Ahh shit, there goes my pager
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I'll see you later, because yo
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Chorus: Erick Sermon
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Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)
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[Shadz of Lingo - 1]
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One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real
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Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
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Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
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One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
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from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY
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Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
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The funk is flowin to the maximum
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from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them
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Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
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to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
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Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
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and don't give a motherfuck how you feel
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Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
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Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
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The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that
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E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that
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Chorus
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[Shadz of Lingo - 2]
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Yo it's the Lingo of the Shadz
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Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
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melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit
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that you used to, and stylin that you ain't
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What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
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{*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin
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A soundman's body turnin up every weekend
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Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember
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I can't recall a full week since this past December
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And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em
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Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em
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But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
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to hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER
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Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}
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The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
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Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
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brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
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Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight}
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Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}
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Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
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where's the {where's the} soundman
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Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
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cause {cause}
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Chorus
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[Erick Sermon]
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Hey young world
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Check me out, check me, check me out
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Hey young world
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New York's in the house
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Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
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New York's in the motherfuckin, house
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Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house
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Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house
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E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)
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Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house
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Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)
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Word
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Lil Crazy
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