Yo, this what hip-hop is comin to?
You can say whatever on the mic and when?
Let me see if you can hear me now when I`m doin this
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, E. Sermon and (Kurtis Blow!)
Can you hear me now? Good
Can you hear me now? Good
(Turn it up!) Don`t take this serious
(One, two, three four hit it!)
[Erick Sermon]
Yo check one two, mic`s on
I`m well known like the Osbournes
Me - I love Kelly
See us both in the bed man, touchin bellies
This here Pimp Juice, I got from Nelly
I got Punk`d, show it on the telly, damn
My eyes green like Yoda, get cream like soda
Two thousand (FOUR) means a brand new motor
Phoenix, capitol of Arizona
But that means nuttin, I`m just sayin somethin
Spare the moment them niggaz is suspect
I took a line from Keith Murray off his first cassette
I never took my dog to the vet
And I download songs off the net
But you would rather hear some rapper brag
Meanwhile, bombs bein dropped over Baghdad
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Can you hear me now? Good
Can you hear me now? Good
(Turn it up!) Can you hear me now? Good - Can you hear me now? Good
Can you hear me now? Good
[Erick Sermon]
Check it, yo it`s Erick I`m down by law
(TWO) plus (TWO) equals (FOUR)
I got no time to razzle and dazzle
I`m in the crib with dad playin Scrabble
I`m usin words like rat, cat
Cheating cause I wrote down Brat
And Brat`s a rapper and you can`t use names
Oh yeah, the Lakers lost last night`s game
I caught me a flick I saw X-Men 2
Where My Dawgs At? I`m a X fan too
I`m black like Kunta, my girl got the badoonka
Let me introduce ya (Hi I`m Big Sexy)
And this ain`t got shit to do with nuttin
I`m on the microphone frontin
But this here wins, so I`ma say whatever to get spins
I got a Benz with rims, uh
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
Uh, so mean, never seen the green, knahmean?
This jump off need two trampolines
Rock hard jeans sag low, new Timberlands
I works it like Missy and Timbaland
Cuban link chain hang E emblem
Chick `round me multiplyin like Gremlins
Word to my momma, I bring drama
Like Osama, I`ma problem, period comma
I come through with the Bizkit, Limp`n
The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin
Oh no, they must be feelin me
Pinch me now, this don`t feel real to me
Oh yeah, it`s my son`s communion
Next month is my fan`s reunion
Write this down in your pad
I`m thirty-(FOUR) and a half, and yeah I`m a Sagg`
[Chorus]
[Chorus] w/ ad libs to fade
