Business As Usual Testo

(let❝s take it to the stage, sucka)
Erick sermon:
It❝s the e, and I❝m smokin❝. wild like tone loc, I❝m roastin, bakin❝ mcs,
The e I❝m not jokin❝ so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...
[parrish: what❝s up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast ❝im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don❝t make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i❝m-a catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It❝s my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can❝t hang.
Don❝t forget, I❝m crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I❝m parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin❝. ha ha ha ha, now who❝s laughin❝?
I❝m-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya know me!]
I❝m mad...
Refrain:
(here❝s a little story, I❝ve gots to tell) {scratching} (I❝m mad!) 4x
Parrish:
My life story I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin❝ with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin❝, yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude❝s fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it❝s time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin❝ and sippin❝
Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and
I❝m just lampin❝ with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man❝s paid.
But of course not, brother can❝t get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin❝ on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin❝ all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That❝s how I knew you❝re on my dick kid, but it❝s okay.
It❝s normal, relax, your whole head❝s busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn❝t be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I❝m ouuuutie!
Refrain
Erick:
Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that I be usin❝, in fact black,
It causes {mass confusion}
It❝s a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh what a shame I got {fame!}
Parrish:
I❝m not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I❝m like clint eastwood, ❝stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya better run,
Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the e and the p❝s at...
[can they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in ❝91] until things get the bozack... [i❝m mad...]
Refrain