Lyrics

, aooowwwwwwwwwwwww!, part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest, gettin stupid -- shootin rhymes like arrows shot by cupid, ahh, you so crazy, is what somebody told me, you can't hold me, so why you actin bold g?, come correct when you steppin dude, don't get rude, or i might blast you durin my interlude, but for real though, i'm doper than chronic, a million dollar man, but i'm not bionic, erick sermon, a name you know so don't front kid, e.d. rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig?, goal is to get naughty by nature, and blow up like when girls blow up my skypager, make loot by the stacks - so when i come back, through my neighborhood, they see i'm doin good, i got my hat to the back, my hands down below, so act like you know, imma gitz mine, you go and get yours, imma gitz mine, you got it!, part two, show the way i flip the funk lyric, and get ghost - with the magical form of spirit, i do my thing, i don't dare front or flake, i commence to earthquake, dominate, and cremate, abuse and use a funky form of dialect, when i mic check, i freak the ill concept like, skip to my loo my darling, i hear someone calling, hey, erick sermon, yes yes y'alling, i got funk by the ounce to make you bounce, to the bus stop, and flash back to the wop, now i got the +vibeology+, in a funky way, somethin paula abdul would say, my style development, should be arrested, arrested development, _everyday people_, from my heritage kickin, e's on a mission, it's a black thing kid, and not the blonde ambition, mackaframa, fly mack-dose, got props from north south, east and the west coast, like michael jackson boy, just _leave me alone_, cause once again it's on, one two, as i speak upon the funk, why is that when the?, the people told the junk, man, we can't have anything, why can't we all just get along like my man rodney king, i'm a young man, doin what i have to, who asked you? i'm doin what i gotta do, i'm guaranteed to have my own show, like arsenio, if i maintain to be a desperado, stayin wicked when i kick it through your speaker, you might think i'm a alien, but that's a corny?, because my ways are, "strange -- and i like it", and got power like a psychic, i'm +cool like dat+ when i react with the rap, but if you ain't down with it then get the bozack,

Song details

Artist: sermon, erick