Ain't No Future. . .2001 [Explicit]
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(Erick Sermon)
Yeah, peace to MC Breed
Def Squad, 2002, uhh
Aiyyo this sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to
Give the record a second, and a chance to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Flawed by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I could never do
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you wanna do?
You checkin out the sounds of a scholar
You say hi, E tell 'em holla (holla holla!)
I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name
Straight up, spit game, peep all game
I'm like a rhino, stalk through the roughest pack
They figure I'm a trigger happy nigga so they step back
E... the microphonist
Who last the longest and who the strongest
And now the game is plain to see
Check out the sounds of E, and the Squad of D
In the future when you're frontin
In the future when you're frontin
(Erick Sermon)
I never got caught with a kilo
If you ever do, it would never be with me yo
I ain't the one to be servin up a ki yo
I sell work but it's more like sellin Vito
Yo, I never have to worry about me gettin jumped
If I ever do, R.E.D. pop the trunk
Me and my crew, got somethin for all y'all
When I'm on the mic, don't play at all
Cause I clock mad G's a week, boomin at my peak
Everytime the E's lax, the program'll beat
I put it down like this for everybody
Then throw a Def Squad cool out party
Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover
I pick a second like a four-leaf clover
They bitin lyrics on the mic cause they cobras
Are they sayin E.D. is comin over?
(Erick Sermon)
Yo, I'm the E, E-R-U-B-L to the E and
Down with my homie Keith, and the R-E-D and
Niggas talk shit cause we still be disagreein
I don't give a FUCK, cause I'm from N.Y.C
In the city, where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city now you know
We get biz, and we got pride
If you don't feel this, then nigga break wide
Plus we lookin, for the M-O-N-E-Y
Living illegal, is the way so they die
Cause I ain't got time to see if things work out
Things get hard, I'm robbin no doubt
That be the way, E.D. cannot be different
Never change the ways of the world of the government
If I was a president, I'd stay fat
Leave it up to me I'd paint the White House black
(Erick Sermon)
Yo, I got dough in my pocket not from rollin
If I was a fiend then my gold would be stolen
Put my name E, on everything I own
My Excursion truck, outlined in chrome
Shined up good, ride through your neighborhood
Stars tech foam fat rims and the Kenwood
Have to get around it, then I have it drop
Just because I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks
(Erick Sermon)
Yo, I'm cool to the rules of the world
Livin life raw, cause I never liked the law
Wear top ten or might add my own jeans
Sell the game, tit for tat to the fiends
Make much dough but never break a sweat
Time to move out, my niggas sayin BET
You got my back and I got yours
What time is it? Tear down the doors
(Erick Sermon)
Uh, yo, combustable
Uh, yeah, huh, Def Squad
Huh, P-P-P, uh-uh, Funky Noble y'all
Uh-uh, Illiodic, uh, Keith Murray word up
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, Day-Tona guys
Uhh, uhh, Khayree, uh-uh, Sy Scott
Uh, what, how we do what?
Uh, all day baby, Def Squad
Uh, uh, peace to MC Breed
Uh-huh, yo, uh-huh, yeah yeah
Check it out y'all, uhh