[Phone ringing, recording indistinct]
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, all day yeah, uh
Turn me up, uh-huh...it`s serious
Headphones turn me up
{Recordings indistinct)
This is somethin that you need to hear
It`s cool and capture
I feel like Blondie caught in the rapture
Rappers and those who try to offend me
From false accusations they had heard from Wendy (Hello Erick)
I`m in the game to play
For those cats on the sideline callin me gay, huntin
Don`t be the broads cause niggaz
Mad cause I`m baggin chicks that look as bad as Jigga`s (tell `em)
And make seven figures, a rap icon
I`m the one kid in the biz to keep your eyes on
Me, Superman, I fell from the window
If I fly high, then why drive a benzo
In drive a `lac, in drive a hummer
In drive is something brand-new this summer (tell `em)
The operator, I got your number
Don`t act like I don`t flow like water, call the plumber (uh-huh)
Something tryna stop the E from gettin large
I feel like the Beastie Boys in Sabotage
In all five boroughs, I pissed on trees
I`m a dog (arroo), ask Rockwilder please
There`s some fake cats, they talk behind me
A few A&R`s sayin they won`t sign me (uh-huh)
Cause they see my face and think I`m done
Meanwhile, I`m the black Neo, yes the one (one)
While they sign they brother or friend or they man
That`s supposed to blow, he`s a no-show
And that`s why the game is shutdown
Every major player that`s in it, been changed around (tell `em)
But I`m still standin and got something to say
The boy is still here like LL and Dre
I sat down with Russell and Def Jam team
I sat down with Suge and Jimmy Ivine
I sat down with Sylvia, sat down with Tommy
Sat down with Clive Davis and no favors
I got booked at dark
And this might be my last huh-rah
I`ma rock now until tomorrow
Some ask about EPMD`s prognosis
But it won`t happen til P get focused
I won`t be compared to Nas or Jada
But I`ma punish the game for it`s foul behavior
And y`all got it backwards
Those ain`t real MC`s, those is actors
Cast of Fear Factor (tell `em)
I agree with Missy
No creativity in the game no more
It`s the same old bore
A few people in the biz know what`s happenin
The fans don`t know, they think I`m platinum
Cause they hear the record gettin played 4,000 times on every station
But at the same time hate...disc jockeys
If I`m over, explain how I do it
In 2001 I shut it down with Music (hmmm)
If I`m whack, why in 2002, yes it`s true, I made cats react (uh-huh)
Source might not quote this here
It might not be nothin but I wrote this here
Like Eminem said, you wanna be Erick Sermon (that`s the truth)
But you a generic version (let`s go)
Aight y`all, enough talk
Welcome to Chilltown, New York
