Intro:
I'll just sway...
This's the way it goes down
Def Squad
Nine pound
Check this here
Verse One:
The E gets wicked no need for the biscuit
The green eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked
I sets the party off just like Tanqueray
The Funk Lord nobody else could swing this way
I put the loc to the motion drop the funk coast to coast and
I Buck like Shot cuz I know I Got Cha Opin
Check the soup, I Dogg the mic like Snoop
I get swift like H-Town, when I Knock Da Boots (daaat's right)
I'm dynamite with this mic
I Show like Doug E. and I rock the mic lovely
The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy
to your city, on the Zapp side with the vibe
I'm Stone Cold like Bobby and Ralph T
I come with the Game of Death, without Bruce Lee
The irregular speakin, for those MC's who be tweakin
Catch me at the Beacon just freakin
Chorus:
Brothers can't see me
Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi repeat 2X
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Brothers can't see me
Verse Two:
It goes one for the trouble, two for the show
Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful
I'm the mack, I made Goldy turn chrome
When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah)
I goes down for y'all in broad daylight
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych
Today is a Green Day, so it's blazin
to specify it, I get big-up from Jamaicans
Hey, the E-R-I-C-K gets down for the public
More doper than Janet Jackson's stomach
Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer?
I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm Luther
My style is the craziest
No crew is fadin us
You got beef with
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