Erick Sermon:
It's the E, and
I'm smokin'.
Wild like
Tone Loc,
I'm roastin, bakin'
MCs, the E
I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by ONE, two by
TWO, three by
THREE, Yo
P...
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any wack
MC that show up, there goes one, blast 'im now. ****
Don't make me wait-wait because it might be too late, the punk might escape, and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and ****
I'm-a catch a ****ing charge, plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck
MC that can't hang.
Don't forget,
I'm crazy swift.
My name is
Erick Sermon
I could act foolish, start blastin'.
Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
I'm mad...
Refrain: (Here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x
Parrish: My life story
I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no
Old Gold, no ****ing, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work.
No sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the
Benz, you ride the shit, with your punk friends, straight up bitch from
Punk City, my attitude's ****ed up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends, who swim in my pool.
When it's time, flex the
Benz, around town, windows down at the
South Town,
Cool J tape or
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old Gold,
Red Bull, hands on my ****in
I'm just lampin' with my
EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
I cruise up the block in my 560 lampin' on my
Metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how
I knew you're on my shit kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to
Okinowi...{kiss} peace and
I'm ouuuutie!
Refrain Erick:
Stay tuned to this last episode, when
I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that
I be usin', in fact black, it causes {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker
MCs and crowds call out my name, oh what a shame
I got {fame!}
Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I'm like Clint
Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes
I pack in my flow gun, so son, ya better run, cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the
E and the
P's at...
You bet your ass, black.
Until things get the bozack...
Refrain
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.96]Erick Sermon:
[00:18.87]It's the E, and
[00:19.62]I'm smokin'.
[00:20.64]Wild like
[00:21.21]Tone Loc,
[00:21.81]I'm roastin, bakin'
[00:22.62]MCs, the E
[00:23.31]I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
[00:26.31]Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
[00:28.71]One by ONE, two by
[00:29.76]TWO, three by
[00:30.27]THREE, Yo
[00:30.90]P... [Parrish: What's Up, E.D.?]
[00:32.07]Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any wack
[00:34.11]MC that show up, there goes one, blast 'im now. [E, hold up.] ****
[00:37.74]Don't make me wait-wait because it might be too late, the punk might escape, and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and ****
[00:44.16]I'm-a catch a ****ing charge, plus trial.
[00:46.26]It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck
[00:49.32]MC that can't hang.
[00:50.73]Don't forget,
[00:51.51]I'm crazy swift.
[00:52.71]My name is
[00:53.22]Erick Sermon [yeah, and I'm Parrish Smith]
[00:55.53]I could act foolish, start blastin'.
[00:57.30]Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
[00:59.76]I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!]
[01:07.56]I'm mad...
[01:07.80]Refrain: (Here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x
[01:21.09]Parrish: My life story
[01:22.05]I tell straight from the heart.
[01:23.61]When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
[01:25.77]A young black kid destined for success, no
[01:28.11]Old Gold, no ****ing, or buddha cess.
[01:30.12]Straight up hard work.
[01:31.17]No sleep and no shorts.
[01:32.46]Brainstormin' with the skills that
[01:34.68]To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
[01:36.78]Now I ride the
[01:37.56]Benz, you ride the shit, with your punk friends, straight up bitch from
[01:40.56]Punk City, my attitude's ****ed up and real shitty.
[01:43.32]From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends, who swim in my pool.
[01:46.53]When it's time, flex the
[01:47.46]Benz, around town, windows down at the
[01:49.50]South Town,
[01:50.19]Cool J tape or
[01:52.35]With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
[01:54.75]Old Gold,
[01:55.32]Red Bull, hands on my ****in
[01:56.94]I'm just lampin' with my
[01:57.96]EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
[02:04.23]I cruise up the block in my 560 lampin' on my
[02:06.75]Metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
[02:09.72]But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
[02:11.88]That's how
[02:12.09]I knew you're on my shit kid, but it's okay.
[02:14.19]It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
[02:16.65]Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
[02:18.72]Cuz my sounds pound from here to
[02:20.28]Okinowi...{kiss} peace and
[02:28.23]I'm ouuuutie!
[02:28.41]Refrain Erick:
[02:41.07]Stay tuned to this last episode, when
[02:43.35]I rock the house and the mic explodes.
[02:45.03]This is not the buckwild style that
[02:46.83]I be usin', in fact black, it causes {mass confusion}
[02:49.56]It's a fallout, when sucker
[02:50.61]MCs and crowds call out my name, oh what a shame
[02:53.25]I got {fame!}
[02:53.61]Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
[02:56.04]I'm like Clint
[02:56.64]Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes
[02:57.96]I pack in my flow gun, so son, ya better run, cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
[03:02.82]We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
[03:09.42]Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
[03:12.24]I wonder where the
[03:12.93]E and the
[03:13.32]P's at... [Can they do it again?]
[03:15.06]You bet your ass, black. [See you in '91]
[03:17.01]Until things get the bozack... [I'm mad...]
[03:34.53]Refrain
Erick Sermon:
It's the E, and
I'm smokin'.
Wild like
Tone Loc,
I'm roastin, bakin'
MCs, the E
I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by ONE, two by
TWO, three by
THREE, Yo
P...
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any wack
MC that show up, there goes one, blast 'im now. ****
Don't make me wait-wait because it might be too late, the punk might escape, and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and ****
I'm-a catch a ****ing charge, plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck
MC that can't hang.
Don't forget,
I'm crazy swift.
My name is
Erick Sermon
I could act foolish, start blastin'.
Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
I'm mad...
Refrain: (Here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x
Parrish: My life story
I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no
Old Gold, no ****ing, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work.
No sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the
Benz, you ride the shit, with your punk friends, straight up bitch from
Punk City, my attitude's ****ed up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends, who swim in my pool.
When it's time, flex the
Benz, around town, windows down at the
South Town,
Cool J tape or
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old Gold,
Red Bull, hands on my ****in
I'm just lampin' with my
EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
I cruise up the block in my 560 lampin' on my
Metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how
I knew you're on my shit kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to
Okinowi...{kiss} peace and
I'm ouuuutie!
Refrain Erick:
Stay tuned to this last episode, when
I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that
I be usin', in fact black, it causes {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker
MCs and crowds call out my name, oh what a shame
I got {fame!}
Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I'm like Clint
Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes
I pack in my flow gun, so son, ya better run, cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the
E and the
P's at...
You bet your ass, black.
Until things get the bozack...
Refrain
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.96]Erick Sermon:
[00:18.87]It's the E, and
[00:19.62]I'm smokin'.
[00:20.64]Wild like
[00:21.21]Tone Loc,
[00:21.81]I'm roastin, bakin'
[00:22.62]MCs, the E
[00:23.31]I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
[00:26.31]Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
[00:28.71]One by ONE, two by
[00:29.76]TWO, three by
[00:30.27]THREE, Yo
[00:30.90]P... [Parrish: What's Up, E.D.?]
[00:32.07]Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any wack
[00:34.11]MC that show up, there goes one, blast 'im now. [E, hold up.] ****
[00:37.74]Don't make me wait-wait because it might be too late, the punk might escape, and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and ****
[00:44.16]I'm-a catch a ****ing charge, plus trial.
[00:46.26]It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck
[00:49.32]MC that can't hang.
[00:50.73]Don't forget,
[00:51.51]I'm crazy swift.
[00:52.71]My name is
[00:53.22]Erick Sermon [yeah, and I'm Parrish Smith]
[00:55.53]I could act foolish, start blastin'.
[00:57.30]Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
[00:59.76]I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!]
[01:07.56]I'm mad...
[01:07.80]Refrain: (Here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x
[01:21.09]Parrish: My life story
[01:22.05]I tell straight from the heart.
[01:23.61]When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
[01:25.77]A young black kid destined for success, no
[01:28.11]Old Gold, no ****ing, or buddha cess.
[01:30.12]Straight up hard work.
[01:31.17]No sleep and no shorts.
[01:32.46]Brainstormin' with the skills that
[01:34.68]To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
[01:36.78]Now I ride the
[01:37.56]Benz, you ride the shit, with your punk friends, straight up bitch from
[01:40.56]Punk City, my attitude's ****ed up and real shitty.
[01:43.32]From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends, who swim in my pool.
[01:46.53]When it's time, flex the
[01:47.46]Benz, around town, windows down at the
[01:49.50]South Town,
[01:50.19]Cool J tape or
[01:52.35]With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
[01:54.75]Old Gold,
[01:55.32]Red Bull, hands on my ****in
[01:56.94]I'm just lampin' with my
[01:57.96]EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
[02:04.23]I cruise up the block in my 560 lampin' on my
[02:06.75]Metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
[02:09.72]But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
[02:11.88]That's how
[02:12.09]I knew you're on my shit kid, but it's okay.
[02:14.19]It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
[02:16.65]Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
[02:18.72]Cuz my sounds pound from here to
[02:20.28]Okinowi...{kiss} peace and
[02:28.23]I'm ouuuutie!
[02:28.41]Refrain Erick:
[02:41.07]Stay tuned to this last episode, when
[02:43.35]I rock the house and the mic explodes.
[02:45.03]This is not the buckwild style that
[02:46.83]I be usin', in fact black, it causes {mass confusion}
[02:49.56]It's a fallout, when sucker
[02:50.61]MCs and crowds call out my name, oh what a shame
[02:53.25]I got {fame!}
[02:53.61]Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
[02:56.04]I'm like Clint
[02:56.64]Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes
[02:57.96]I pack in my flow gun, so son, ya better run, cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
[03:02.82]We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
[03:09.42]Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
[03:12.24]I wonder where the
[03:12.93]E and the
[03:13.32]P's at... [Can they do it again?]
[03:15.06]You bet your ass, black. [See you in '91]
[03:17.01]Until things get the bozack... [I'm mad...]
[03:34.53]Refrain
Manslaughter
Manslaughter
Manslaughter
Code name
E D, check on the one, two, three
Black male hard
MCRap record slave, a brother on the scene
With a m...
Hear my jam with the funky piano
Hear my jam with the funky piano
Hear my jam with the funky piano
Hear my jam with the funky piano
Straight from
Broo...
Last man standing, like
Bruce Willis, about to kill with this
Niggas feel this, the masters of realness
In your town to get down, so give your man a p...
Yeahhhh!
Uhh, yeah
Yeh, feel me!
I'm the capital P, capital M
The capital D- E-E is no doubt the chief rocker
Starrin two MC's, featurin E
P- M-D, b...
(Erick Sermon)
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?
Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone
I...