Freestyle - Erick Sermon

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 cla*s 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 s*ck my d**k 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