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Erick Sermon
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Hey lady
Yeah, we jump, we don't stop
Hey, Eric Sermon
Night Train on the remix
Word 'em up for Night Train
Like this
Yo, I'm not Ricky Bell but (Hey lady)
'Cause every now and then I get a little crazy (Wing)
I make the fans feel it even when I sing
The E-Night band, they comin' funky with the tune
Yes, I'm blowin' up (Word 'em up) like Tomberry's in Neptune
I'm playin' kinda rough like that (Four rounds)
And double back smack
Who ain't down with the format?
When you should be wearin' khakis and not dress slacks
That's wack, you're trippin', you better wake up and smell your coffee
And then back up off me
I'm serious, I can't believe some people lettin' fronters in
And they compare to people, boy, you must be buggin'
You're lucky you don't catch a sluggin'
It's just in for my spit the Wesson
Change the outlook, change the cover of the book of hip-hop quick
And get back what you took
It's the funk comin' at ya
And don't let these catch ya
Stay real (Word 'em up, yo)
Eric Sermon and the Night Train
From New York City (You better wake up and smell your coffee)
Stay real
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check it out
Whoop, there it is, my intro, so let me be the one
To get busy, y'all screamin', "Who is he?"
Hey, Eric Sermon, the Lord of Funk
Able to pop the junk to any punk
You must be true to the game, you understand?
'Cause if not, I could kill you, man
For bein' false, plus extra fake on the tape
Talkin' hardcore when you're soft like a piece of cake
You can't put nothin' past me, that's horrendous
Because I been here since Strictly Business
The era of Eric B. and Rakim, Big
Public Enemy, Run-DMC, Whodini
The Beastie, Stressa, Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff
LL when he was rockin' bells
It was cool like that, plus fat like that
Whoever wasn't down with that got my bozak
So which fake MC is rearranged in this structure?
Yo, ban the motherfucker
And don't let this happen again because
My rap can be gone with the wind, so stay real
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
You better wake up and smell your coffee
Stay real
This is a remix
Word 'em up
Yes, I'm back, black, for those who might be confused or lost
Because it gets deeper like Ross
I'm a hardcore star type of human bein'
On the microphone when I be MC'in
Some fakes to funk and Main Source know it
How do I know? Because MTV shows it
See, he found a shitty beat down on the spot
And catchin' nothin' but speed, not the boombox
I insist you veto all wack MCs
And wannabes, that's worse than the '80s
We all gotta wake up like a Spike Lee joint
And don't be a knucklehead, get to the point
With the funk, I pump up the volume
Make the wild tunes that make the party boom
Peace to Redman, the rap funkadelic
The only MC that's compared to Eric is him
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Stay real
Word 'em up, yo
Stay real
Yeah
Check out the Hurricane G, word 'em up, yo
Yeah, Death Squad's in the house
Peter and Noble, know what I'm sayin'? Word up
Mayor Trek in the house, any violation in effect
Queen of the Chiefs, yeah
Coldplay Beats in the house, word up
Death Squad, the Underground King
Big Rock in the house
My man Jack in the house
Word up, it's all kind of bass
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