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Erick Sermon

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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..

    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

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    [Chorus]
    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..)

    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

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