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The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York
Has determined, that the sounds you`re about to hear
can be devestating, to your ear..

[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, uh-huh, huh, Long Island
Queens.. Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan
Staten.. Y.O., uhh

Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter
The Ving Rhames of rap, it`s guns or butter
I make things happen, rappin
The game don`t wanna act right, we kidnap it
(Get on the floor!) Rob it like Napster
There`s gonna be slow-singin and flower bringin so call the pastor
The Roger Moore of the rap game
He`s 007, I`m E-Double the veteran, the name
(Erick!) The way I do it is Mean Joe
Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet
On my CD, you won`t hear the same
It`s two special guests, and the rest is my name
You won`t hear the bling, or the champagne - nuttin
You won`t hear a nigga on the microphone frontin
And no love songs, I`m not serenadin
I`m just narratin the streets on my beats
I`m a New York nigga, and Strawberry`s home
That`s a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger
Go figure; ch-ch-check out, check out, check out My Melody
Bittin niggaz` style that`s a Jayo Felony
I`m a rap pioneer what you tellin me?
This ain`t hot in the street, so what you sellin me?
That`s a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke
You a fluke, got proof and that`s that

[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan (uh-huh)
Chilltown, my nigga what`s happenin?
Chilltown, New York (chill.. chill.. chill..)
It was all good just a week ago
Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten
Chilltown, my nigga what`s happenin?
Chilltown, New York (chill.. chill.. chill..)

[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, why didn`t you make your own music?
You thought Down South records`d do it - nope!
You`re you, and that`s them
Look in the mirror, that`s you, and that`s them - find yourself
If `Pac came back he`d be a mad muh`fucker
Now all y`all proceeds should be goin to his mother
{?} get your money, your career was cute
But y`all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors
The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic
Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let`s fight!
Ding, there`s nuttin more to it
I`m takin back the city and that key you got to it - yep
I`m the first one to bounce Down South
A-T-L in ninety-two, I took that route - uh-huh
Real recognize real
Def Squad regime, the rap supreme, that`s my team, yeah

[Chorus]



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