Eric Sermon-Freestyle

Funkmaster Flex

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    Oooooh!Ah ah!Word is bond
    Erick Sermon and Funkmaster Flex, ummmm
    This style come next, ummmm

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    Ooh!My style's miraculous
    Known like crack or angel dust up on the corner
    I'm dirty like pneumonia
    Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round
    I'm devious mischievious, and if y'all believe in this
    then cool, alrighty then
    Let's begin with this masquerade without George Benson's rendition
    Huh, don't forget boy I'm still Hittin Switches
    Hittin nubianses with rags or re-iches
    Whatever's clever, I still be the Funklord
    E Double, from EPMD from NYC
    My style starts more fights than hockey
    I Wayne Gretzky, on any MC
    Double or Nothing, raise your bets
    If you got it empty your pockets
    Shit take the gold off your watches
    Huh, I'm confidence
    I will Trailblaze you and your crew to Portland
    First class wearin WalkMans
    Now, who let the bones out the closet
    The fans cut you off like if they were Lorena Bobbitt's boy
    That's trifling, and was it deserved maybe
    That's more evil than Rosemary's baby
    Anybody outcast the E I'm doin him
    Try my best to ruin dem and outright screwin em
    From Boyz II Men, turn men to boys
    From child to kids for whatever dey did
    You dig?You crossed the wrong bridge and it's over
    It's rigged, with all types of deadly explosives
    Watch out, I'm Serious like Jermaine Jackson
    I call Red when it's Time 4 Sum Aksion
    I'm coming through with the ultimate
    Ultra-style-Magnetic, funkdafied shit from me Erick
    Who said the E can't rock?That's bullshit
    Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
    You wanna brawl?Punk I thought not
    You might get beat down, stomped like Sasquatch
    Your girl, like Keith Sweat, "I wanna..."
    Fuck her, psych I already stuck her
    Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
    Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
    Huh, Erick Sermon comes through
    I can't be stopped, I'm like a runaway train
    No Half-Steppin like if I was Kane
    I come through the crowd Rugged-Sluggish, to the Bone
    I grab the microphone niggaz know me, whassup homey
    Who wanna go through me
    I fuck around and blow him and repeats what they done
    I gets dumb, one two one
    Did your shit is done, one two

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