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If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n"},{"id":19552545,"name":"Erick Sermon: Reign","trackName":"Erick Sermon: Reign","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"Insomnia: The Erick Sermon Compilation Album","duration":229.537959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nThis goes out to my people on lockdown\nPeople on the streets\nUh. This Squad is Def.\n\nVerse 1:\nCheck this, the Mike Tyson of rap is back\nSuger Smackes I get down like Matt\nWho's the Man? The black Jackie Chan gettin' physical like Aliva\nNewton John, Heuvy knew and tight bring the don\nBefore you jump into my flow yell \"Geronimo\"\nI be the Lee suit wearin' back in the days\nBaggin' girl like Braxton How Many Ways\nI talk to 'em, I rock 'em out I blaze 'em I maze 'em\n1-2 jazz vocab I daze 'em\nLike south dummies I come with the \"all you get\" uppercuts\nSo don't get stuck\nBecareful where you're steppin', sho nuff I'm ruff\nI kick back like a weapon, an automatic systematic\nMichael Jackson Screamin' on you and your crew for not believin'\n\nHook:\nAnd I come out the winner, yeah the reigning champion\nAll competition gets done (x2)\nC'mon and lets just \"get up\" (x4)\n\nVerse 2:\nSomewhere yeah, over the rainbow\nComes the dopest angel to bless my single\nYeah I come out correct every month like the Source\nCock Deis like I'm Full Force\nI bob and weave on tracks I'm Sugar Ray all day\nSome say I'm the Chronic like Dre\nI watch my back and look for the bloops and the blunders\nI'm Supersticious ask Stevie Wonder\nI get the biggest Benz that cost the biggest ends\nAttract the finest skins with the flyest coated rims\nWhoa I'm do it the heavy weight champ\nMy survey, I rock the house like it's my birthday\nMy styles ruger, ghetto I'm Mr.? if ya lookin'\nYou'll find me and my crew in Brooklyn (word up)\nI got it covered like profolatics relax kid (yeah)\nWith the Def Squad tactic\n\nHook\n\nVerse 3:\nI said is New York up in here, hell yeah\nBringin' the ruckus for you brothers comin straight from the gutters\nBig up to all niggas sportin' Tommy Hilfigure\nDrivin' dope whips and ain't havin' shit\nThose gettin' doe from the east to the west coast\nDo your thing money plus get the money\nHey Erick Sermon representin' rude bwoy come through\nLike Run DMC for you\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 'Erick Sermon: Reign'\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: 'Insomnia: The Erick Sermon Compilation Album'\n  duration_ms: 229538\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  This goes out to my people on lockdown\n  People on the streets\n  Uh. 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The black Jackie Chan gettin' physical like Aliva\n  Newton John, Heuvy knew and tight bring the don\n  Before you jump into my flow yell \"Geronimo\"\n  I be the Lee suit wearin' back in the days\n  Baggin' girl like Braxton How Many Ways\n  I talk to 'em, I rock 'em out I blaze 'em I maze 'em\n  1-2 jazz vocab I daze 'em\n  Like south dummies I come with the \"all you get\" uppercuts\n  So don't get stuck\n  Becareful where you're steppin', sho nuff I'm ruff\n  I kick back like a weapon, an automatic systematic\n  Michael Jackson Screamin' on you and your crew for not believin'\n\n  Hook:\n  And I come out the winner, yeah the reigning champion\n  All competition gets done (x2)\n  C'mon and lets just \"get up\" (x4)\n\n  Verse 2:\n  Somewhere yeah, over the rainbow\n  Comes the dopest angel to bless my single\n  Yeah I come out correct every month like the Source\n  Cock Deis like I'm Full Force\n  I bob and weave on tracks I'm Sugar Ray all day\n  Some say I'm the Chronic like Dre\n  I watch my back and look for the bloops and the blunders\n  I'm Supersticious ask Stevie Wonder\n  I get the biggest Benz that cost the biggest ends\n  Attract the finest skins with the flyest coated rims\n  Whoa I'm do it the heavy weight champ\n  My survey, I rock the house like it's my birthday\n  My styles ruger, ghetto I'm Mr.? if ya lookin'\n  You'll find me and my crew in Brooklyn (word up)\n  I got it covered like profolatics relax kid (yeah)\n  With the Def Squad tactic\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 3:\n  I said is New York up in here, hell yeah\n  Bringin' the ruckus for you brothers comin straight from the gutters\n  Big up to all niggas sportin' Tommy Hilfigure\n  Drivin' dope whips and ain't havin' shit\n  Those gettin' doe from the east to the west coast\n  Do your thing money plus get the money\n  Hey Erick Sermon representin' rude bwoy come through\n  Like Run DMC for you\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":22771765,"name":"Freak Out","trackName":"Freak Out","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"Erick Sermon","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving a phone call to y'all\nFunky fuckers\n\nErick Sermon:\nY'alll guess what the fuck is going on now\nMe and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global\nCause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk from the kitchen\nThen commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it\nSo I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice\n\nRedman:\nYo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die\nOn 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown\nFunkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher\nWhen I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it?\nAnd if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it\n\nErick Sermon:\nBreaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today\nHey, Erick Sermons on the way\nDre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my\nChest\nAnd if you understand me then escape and kick it\nWhile the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted\nIt's going down, it's going way down\nGo get the 4 pound and boogie down\n\nRedman:\nBoogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that\nMy rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap\nCause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick\nIf it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with\nI shot the sheriff on the terris\nAnd I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris\nJust wrote these raps up in the studio\nBrothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)\n\nHook:\nE got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2)\n\nErick Sermon:\nSomeones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor\nSo I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson\nAnd don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes\nNo matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay\nThe mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'\nSo what's up, cause I don't give a fuck\n\nRedman:\nWhoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton\nI tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in\nBack up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I told ya\nI rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up\nHold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with? like a bizcut\n1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk\nPop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say \"That's the one!\"\nOf coarse I'm funky like fat people having intercorse\nBasically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss\nOh oh, freak out, 20 I know\nBut let me knock your teeth out\nWhen I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house\nAnd I'm deeper than Nostradomis, when I'm in chronic\nAnd I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)\nBeeotch, trick, trick, beeotch\n\nOutro:\nHa ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more\nRaw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin' off.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freak Out\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: Erick Sermon\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving a phone call to y'all\n  Funky fuckers\n\n  Erick Sermon:\n  Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now\n  Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global\n  Cause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk from the kitchen\n  Then commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it\n  So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice\n\n  Redman:\n  Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die\n  On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown\n  Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher\n  When I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it?\n  And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it\n\n  Erick Sermon:\n  Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today\n  Hey, Erick Sermons on the way\n  Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my\n  Chest\n  And if you understand me then escape and kick it\n  While the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted\n  It's going down, it's going way down\n  Go get the 4 pound and boogie down\n\n  Redman:\n  Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that\n  My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap\n  Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick\n  If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with\n  I shot the sheriff on the terris\n  And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris\n  Just wrote these raps up in the studio\n  Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)\n\n  Hook:\n  E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2)\n\n  Erick Sermon:\n  Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor\n  So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson\n  And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes\n  No matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay\n  The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'\n  So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck\n\n  Redman:\n  Whoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton\n  I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in\n  Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I told ya\n  I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up\n  Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with? like a bizcut\n  1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk\n  Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say \"That's the one!\"\n  Of coarse I'm funky like fat people having intercorse\n  Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss\n  Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know\n  But let me knock your teeth out\n  When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house\n  And I'm deeper than Nostradomis, when I'm in chronic\n  And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)\n  Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch\n\n  Outro:\n  Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more\n  Raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin' off.\n"},{"id":22108015,"name":"Do Your Thing","trackName":"Do Your Thing","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"Erick Sermon","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nCheck it one two (it's a party), coming to you live it's Erick Sermon (Def\nSquad) Keith Murray, Redman. The new type of roll models, oregano,\nCinnamon, all flavors check it out y'all, my nigga Tone stay up. D-Mack\nWord up.\n\nVerse 1:\nMe and my crew in the Benz for a deek, while other peeps trailing me in the\nBlack jeep\nCreepin', on our way to a House Party, with no Kid 'N' Play just a fly DJ\nI't on and poppin' and we gettin' RIGHT, everythings TIGHT\nEveryone has a light, I pull up in the place to be, immediatly swarmed\nAnd all of us is armed, it's cool like that type of scene, crazy blunt\nAshes\nGirls shaking asses, money makers, video rumpshakes\nAnd niggas with game fast breakin' just like the Lakers\nIt's all good if your game is tight, and if you know the scoop don't love\n'Em like Snoop\nYeah, the reason why, the girls out there get biz, run like a bunch of wild\nKids\n\nHook:\nI'm doin' my thing if you feel me do your thing\n(Do your thang do your thang) (X4)\n\nVerse 2:\nNow the scene is set and now I'm hype\nI'm seeing what girls is coming home with me tonight\nI spot one on the sofa, sippin' juice, with three other girls, sportin' pin\nCurls\nI said to myself \"Excuse yourself E\", so I went over and put my hand out\nLike Billy Dee\nExcuse her from the two girls she was with, Macked her put the Flava In her\nEar and split\nTo the side to the other vibe, where it looked live, protected cause my man\nHad the 4-5\nMy boy looked up, asked me if he was hooked up\nI said she was shook up, she threw my phone book up\nShe gave me every phone number that she knew, a girlfriend for you, a\nGirlfriend for you (word up)\nI stay real, I never perpetrate, cause now adays, falling in love never\nPays\nI'm quick to say fuck a hoe (yeah) y'all niggas know, I'm strickly for the\nDoe\nWord to God, this is the way that Def Squad swing, it's not just a one day\nFling\nI represent my style for my peeps, take it to the streets, where we play\nFor keeps\nHave a drink conversate, and pump up your fists and do it like this\n\nHook (X6)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do Your Thing\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: Erick Sermon\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  Check it one two (it's a party), coming to you live it's Erick Sermon (Def\n  Squad) Keith Murray, Redman. The new type of roll models, oregano,\n  Cinnamon, all flavors check it out y'all, my nigga Tone stay up. D-Mack\n  Word up.\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Me and my crew in the Benz for a deek, while other peeps trailing me in the\n  Black jeep\n  Creepin', on our way to a House Party, with no Kid 'N' Play just a fly DJ\n  I't on and poppin' and we gettin' RIGHT, everythings TIGHT\n  Everyone has a light, I pull up in the place to be, immediatly swarmed\n  And all of us is armed, it's cool like that type of scene, crazy blunt\n  Ashes\n  Girls shaking asses, money makers, video rumpshakes\n  And niggas with game fast breakin' just like the Lakers\n  It's all good if your game is tight, and if you know the scoop don't love\n  'Em like Snoop\n  Yeah, the reason why, the girls out there get biz, run like a bunch of wild\n  Kids\n\n  Hook:\n  I'm doin' my thing if you feel me do your thing\n  (Do your thang do your thang) (X4)\n\n  Verse 2:\n  Now the scene is set and now I'm hype\n  I'm seeing what girls is coming home with me tonight\n  I spot one on the sofa, sippin' juice, with three other girls, sportin' pin\n  Curls\n  I said to myself \"Excuse yourself E\", so I went over and put my hand out\n  Like Billy Dee\n  Excuse her from the two girls she was with, Macked her put the Flava In her\n  Ear and split\n  To the side to the other vibe, where it looked live, protected cause my man\n  Had the 4-5\n  My boy looked up, asked me if he was hooked up\n  I said she was shook up, she threw my phone book up\n  She gave me every phone number that she knew, a girlfriend for you, a\n  Girlfriend for you (word up)\n  I stay real, I never perpetrate, cause now adays, falling in love never\n  Pays\n  I'm quick to say fuck a hoe (yeah) y'all niggas know, I'm strickly for the\n  Doe\n  Word to God, this is the way that Def Squad swing, it's not just a one day\n  Fling\n  I represent my style for my peeps, take it to the streets, where we play\n  For keeps\n  Have a drink conversate, and pump up your fists and do it like this\n\n  Hook (X6)\n"},{"id":30361542,"name":"Music (Official Video)","trackName":"Music (Official Video)","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"Erick Sermon Songs","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just like music.\n\nUh-huh, aiyyo yo, uh-huh yeah yeah, uh uh uh\nThere's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, uh\nWorrdd up.\n\nAhhh babyyy.\nJust like music.\n\nTo relax my mind, so I can be free\nAnd ab-sorb sound that keep me 'round\nDoin my thang, constantly with no worries\nPeace to Keith Murray. (\"just like music\")\nTo keep me flowin and keep me goin\nand keep me growin, and keep me the E from knowin\nWhat happens out there, is not my concern\nYou wanna die it's not my turn (\"just like music\")\nTo do somethin to me like jump in the Mercedes\nOn the highway, doin over eighty\nWithout music baby. (\"Oww! I'll go crazy. just like music\")\nMake me call my homey on the phone\nLike there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone\nJust that feelin, got me\nI wish music can adopt me (\"just like music\")\n\n(Chorus: Marvin Gaye)\nTurn on some music, I got my music\nTurn on some music, I got my music\nTurn on some music, I got my music\nTurn on some music, I got my music - just like music\n\nPut me in the mood with my woman\nGot me in the ear, sayin sweet nothings\nMake love come out the mouth, no frontin\nLike all of a sudden, (\"just like music\")\nTakin away your worries and cares\nAny problems, music'll be right there\nTogether match yo, we a perfect pair\nIs that true Marvin? (\"Yeahhhhh! Music\")\nYo, to get you to bang this\nBody soul-snatcher, universal language\nIt be the light, so open up\nThis is it, what the fuck? 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I'll go crazy. just like music\")\n[00:49.66] Make me call my homey on the phone\n[00:52.73] Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone\n[00:54.73] Just that feelin, got me\n[00:56.34] I wish music can adopt me (\"just like music\")\n[01:00.17] (Chorus: Marvin Gaye)\n[01:01.15] Turn on some music, I got my music\n[01:04.19] Turn on some music, I got my music\n[01:08.28] Turn on some music, I got my music\n[01:12.23] Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music\n[01:18.97] Put me in the mood with my woman\n[01:21.80] Got me in the ear, sayin sweet nothings\n[01:24.07] Make love come out the mouth, no frontin\n[01:26.48] Like all of a sudden, (\"just like music\")\n[01:29.01] Takin away your worries and cares\n[01:31.27] Any problems, music'll be right there\n[01:33.10] Together match yo, we a perfect pair\n[01:35.95] Is that true Marvin? (\"Yeahhhhh! Music\")\n[01:38.94] Yo, to get you to bang this\n[01:40.95] Body soul-snatcher, universal language\n[01:43.37] It be the light, so open up\n[01:45.37] This is it, what the fuck? 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here rocks to y'all, then react\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n\n  Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty\n  I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy\n  Brick niggas get real ugly\n  Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky\n\n  Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures\n  And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender\n  My shots like squeegy men on your window\n  Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member\n\n  Get away when I sat down in the office\n  Heat in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward\n  While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it\n  The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it\n\n  Yo', bitch is my bitch when it's over\n  No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra\n  Out in the Nova, don't bother\n  My Nino Brown bust, it'll shut down the corridor\n\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n\n  Hey yo Red, he's over, word?\n  With his shit right now, watch this, told ya\n  Chi-chi-chillin', I'm 'Milk'\n  I'm that kid 'Gizmo', we 'Top Billin\"\n\n  Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me\n  Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free\n  When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out\n  Total recall for people to breathe\n\n  I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns\n  We got chickens, ain't leaving 'till six in the morning\n  Round and round we go, circle the area\n  Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott\n\n  Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at\n  Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac\n  What your name is, R.E.D.\n  Crack cost money, but the 'E' is free, yeah\n\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then react\n  Whateva' she said, then I'm that\n  If this here rocks to y'all, then 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You better ask Superman\nfor his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission\nTest my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill\nWill kill if I have to get ill\nGet away, carry on, and step\nlike the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns\nto blow up, anybody in the range\nAnd plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+\nE Double with the funk type shit\nThis is it, so get with the skit motherfucker\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\nCheck this out!\nI still get loose in the rap vocal booth\nI know I can, I can like a train caboose\nSmoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin\nI make it blacken yo, and make things happen\nWhy?  I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap\nI'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks\nI am still, so a-mazin\nI flex, punk and get funky for the occasion\nSuperstitious, so I kill black cats and all that\nand buck em down with the gat\nE Double in the house don't you know me\nWhat's up homey loc, step and you get smoked\nI have a dream like Martin Luther King\nthat one day, yo, I can do away\nwith the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's\nseparate the ocean, and throw em in between\nGrab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden\nwith more wins than Hulk Hogan\nIt's the future, of a dope producer\non the rise, the hype is my green eyes\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\nAowww, part three!\nShhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired\nThe stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it\nHell no - even if it was sold at an auction\nBoy get rid of it, like an abortion\nWord is bond, you made a mistake\nand struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate\nDef Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell\nAnd that word to me means dough\nCause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor\nNow I'm back in the door hardcore\nSo whattup Duke peace to the crew\nDef Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup\nMotherfucker!\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\nLike dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Erick Sermon\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: No Pressure\n  duration_ms: 199000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick Sermon]\n  Owww!\n  Word em up, word em up yo\n  Yeah yeah, word em up like dat\n  Erick Sermon's in effect\n  Def Squad, that's the hype\n  One more time word\n  Yeah\n  Yeah, mackadocious shit\n  Yeah\n  This is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style\n  Versatile, crazy wild with my profile\n  Dominatin the microphone, on my own\n  Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone\n  Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation\n  I bring drama like Jason\n  Who can see me?  You better ask Superman\n  for his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission\n  Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill\n  Will kill if I have to get ill\n  Get away, carry on, and step\n  like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns\n  to blow up, anybody in the range\n  And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+\n  E Double with the funk type shit\n  This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\n  Check this out!\n  I still get loose in the rap vocal booth\n  I know I can, I can like a train caboose\n  Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin\n  I make it blacken yo, and make things happen\n  Why?  I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap\n  I'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks\n  I am still, so a-mazin\n  I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion\n  Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that\n  and buck em down with the gat\n  E Double in the house don't you know me\n  What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked\n  I have a dream like Martin Luther King\n  that one day, yo, I can do away\n  with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's\n  separate the ocean, and throw em in between\n  Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden\n  with more wins than Hulk Hogan\n  It's the future, of a dope producer\n  on the rise, the hype is my green eyes\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\n  Aowww, part three!\n  Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired\n  The stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it\n  Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction\n  Boy get rid of it, like an abortion\n  Word is bond, you made a mistake\n  and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate\n  Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell\n  And that word to me means dough\n  Cause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor\n  Now I'm back in the door hardcore\n  So whattup Duke peace to the crew\n  Def Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup\n  Motherfucker!\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\n  Like dat!\n"},{"id":26142193,"name":"Erick Sermon","trackName":"Erick Sermon","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"No Pressure","duration":193.757812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick Sermon]\nOwww!\nWord em up, word em up yo\nYeah yeah, word em up like dat\nErick Sermon's in effect\nDef Squad, that's the hype\nOne more time word\nYeah\nYeah, mackadocious shit\nYeah\nThis is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style\nVersatile, crazy wild with my profile\nDominatin the microphone, on my own\nFreakin it, with the ill vocal tone\nOutspoken, here's a token of my appreciation\nI bring drama like Jason\nWho can see me?  You better ask Superman\nfor his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission\nTest my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill\nWill kill if I have to get ill\nGet away, carry on, and step\nlike the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns\nto blow up, anybody in the range\nAnd plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+\nE Double with the funk type shit\nThis is it, so get with the skit motherfucker\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\nCheck this out!\nI still get loose in the rap vocal booth\nI know I can, I can like a train caboose\nSmoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin\nI make it blacken yo, and make things happen\nWhy?  I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap\nI'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks\nI am still, so a-mazin\nI flex, punk and get funky for the occasion\nSuperstitious, so I kill black cats and all that\nand buck em down with the gat\nE Double in the house don't you know me\nWhat's up homey loc, step and you get smoked\nI have a dream like Martin Luther King\nthat one day, yo, I can do away\nwith the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's\nseparate the ocean, and throw em in between\nGrab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden\nwith more wins than Hulk Hogan\nIt's the future, of a dope producer\non the rise, the hype is my green eyes\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\nAowww, part three!\nShhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired\nThe stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it\nHell no - even if it was sold at an auction\nBoy get rid of it, like an abortion\nWord is bond, you made a mistake\nand struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate\nDef Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell\nAnd that word to me means dough\nCause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor\nNow I'm back in the door hardcore\nSo whattup Duke peace to the crew\nDef Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup\nMotherfucker!\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nWho am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\nHeyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\nLike dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Erick Sermon\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: No Pressure\n  duration_ms: 193758\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick Sermon]\n  Owww!\n  Word em up, word em up yo\n  Yeah yeah, word em up like dat\n  Erick Sermon's in effect\n  Def Squad, that's the hype\n  One more time word\n  Yeah\n  Yeah, mackadocious shit\n  Yeah\n  This is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style\n  Versatile, crazy wild with my profile\n  Dominatin the microphone, on my own\n  Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone\n  Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation\n  I bring drama like Jason\n  Who can see me?  You better ask Superman\n  for his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission\n  Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill\n  Will kill if I have to get ill\n  Get away, carry on, and step\n  like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns\n  to blow up, anybody in the range\n  And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+\n  E Double with the funk type shit\n  This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\n  Check this out!\n  I still get loose in the rap vocal booth\n  I know I can, I can like a train caboose\n  Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin\n  I make it blacken yo, and make things happen\n  Why?  I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap\n  I'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks\n  I am still, so a-mazin\n  I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion\n  Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that\n  and buck em down with the gat\n  E Double in the house don't you know me\n  What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked\n  I have a dream like Martin Luther King\n  that one day, yo, I can do away\n  with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's\n  separate the ocean, and throw em in between\n  Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden\n  with more wins than Hulk Hogan\n  It's the future, of a dope producer\n  on the rise, the hype is my green eyes\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\n  Aowww, part three!\n  Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired\n  The stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it\n  Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction\n  Boy get rid of it, like an abortion\n  Word is bond, you made a mistake\n  and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate\n  Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell\n  And that word to me means dough\n  Cause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor\n  Now I'm back in the door hardcore\n  So whattup Duke peace to the crew\n  Def Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup\n  Motherfucker!\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin name boy)\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit\n  Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon\n  Like dat!\n"},{"id":19075363,"name":"The Sermon","trackName":"The Sermon","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"E.S.P.: Erick Sermon's Perception","duration":187.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo yo yo yo, yo\nTurn my mic up some. turn my mic up some.\nTurn my mic, check check, check, turn my mic up some\nAlmighty, uhh.\n[Verse One]\nLord forgive me now\nThis be the best way I know how, to get this out\nI can't sing so I have to bounce\nEven though, that's not what my style's about\nI hate this world, sometimes it gets me\nWhen family and friends are not friendly\nI just don't get it - so I sit home\nIn the bassment lights low on the mic and spit it\nThey plot, to get my scratch\nNot knowin the time to get where I'm at now\nIn my face, like I owe 'em somethin\nHandout from me, and never did nuttin (word up)\nThey're mad at me, like I changed\nIt's hard on me Lord, it's wreckin my brain\nIs it me? I know it can't be\nSo I ask you, please help me, now\n[Chorus: R. Kelly - *sampled*]\nSometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin\nIf I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust\nSee I work so hard, just to get ahead\nIf it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead\n[Verse Two]\nUhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny\nMeanwhile cats wanna count my money\nPlan on me, to get jumped or somethin\nPlot-ting like E's punk or somethin\nFeels so strange, how I maintain\nTo last in the game, throughout my fame\nI'm focused man, the E stay the same\nHate when folks call me out my name\nDamn Lord, heal my body\nCause I'm mad enough to kill somebody\nEven hard to trust my lady\nDid she lock me down to have my baby?\nI know she love me - damn it's nuttin\nThe world's so corrupt, it got me buggin\nUhh, I wanna move away like (?)\nY'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three]\nHuh, yo, huh\nThe game changed, damn I should quit\nCan't get respect, without havin a hit\nSomeone somewhere talkin shit\nGot fake cats in my clique\nBut I deal with the cards that's dealt\nTry to make music that's heartfelt\nStill doin eighty on the Belt'\nIn the Escalade, with Dolce shades\nI've been paid, now what's left?\nI guess, should I stress life or death (huh?)\nSometimes I wanna end it all\nLive at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls\nCan't do that, got fam at the crib\nMy moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh)\n. Open my eyes\nSo I ask you, please help me, now\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Sermon\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: 'E.S.P.: Erick Sermon''s Perception'\n  duration_ms: 187067\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo yo yo yo, yo\n  Turn my mic up some. turn my mic up some.\n  Turn my mic, check check, check, turn my mic up some\n  Almighty, uhh.\n  [Verse One]\n  Lord forgive me now\n  This be the best way I know how, to get this out\n  I can't sing so I have to bounce\n  Even though, that's not what my style's about\n  I hate this world, sometimes it gets me\n  When family and friends are not friendly\n  I just don't get it - so I sit home\n  In the bassment lights low on the mic and spit it\n  They plot, to get my scratch\n  Not knowin the time to get where I'm at now\n  In my face, like I owe 'em somethin\n  Handout from me, and never did nuttin (word up)\n  They're mad at me, like I changed\n  It's hard on me Lord, it's wreckin my brain\n  Is it me? I know it can't be\n  So I ask you, please help me, now\n  [Chorus: R. Kelly - *sampled*]\n  Sometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin\n  If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust\n  See I work so hard, just to get ahead\n  If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead\n  [Verse Two]\n  Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny\n  Meanwhile cats wanna count my money\n  Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin\n  Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin\n  Feels so strange, how I maintain\n  To last in the game, throughout my fame\n  I'm focused man, the E stay the same\n  Hate when folks call me out my name\n  Damn Lord, heal my body\n  Cause I'm mad enough to kill somebody\n  Even hard to trust my lady\n  Did she lock me down to have my baby?\n  I know she love me - damn it's nuttin\n  The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin\n  Uhh, I wanna move away like (?)\n  Y'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly\n  [Chorus]\n  [Verse Three]\n  Huh, yo, huh\n  The game changed, damn I should quit\n  Can't get respect, without havin a hit\n  Someone somewhere talkin shit\n  Got fake cats in my clique\n  But I deal with the cards that's dealt\n  Try to make music that's heartfelt\n  Still doin eighty on the Belt'\n  In the Escalade, with Dolce shades\n  I've been paid, now what's left?\n  I guess, should I stress life or death (huh?)\n  Sometimes I wanna end it all\n  Live at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls\n  Can't do that, got fam at the crib\n  My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh)\n  . Open my eyes\n  So I ask you, please help me, now\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":25013580,"name":"The Sermon","trackName":"The Sermon","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"E.S.P. 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Kelly\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three]\nHuh, yo, huh\nThe game changed, damn I should quit\nCan't get respect, without havin a hit\nSomeone somewhere talkin shit\nGot fake cats in my clique\nBut I deal with the cards that's dealt\nTry to make music that's heartfelt\nStill doin eighty on the Belt'\nIn the Escalade, with Dolce shades\nI've been paid, now what's left?\nI guess, should I stress life or death (huh?)\nSometimes I want to end it all\nLive at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls\nCan't do that, got fam at the crib\nMy moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh)\n.. open my eyes\nSo I ask you, please help me, now\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Sermon\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: E.S.P. 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Kelly - *sampled*]\n  Sometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin\n  If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust\n  See I work so hard, just to get ahead\n  If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead\n  [Verse Two]\n  Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny\n  Meanwhile cats want to count my money\n  Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin\n  Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin\n  Feels so strange, how I maintain\n  to last in the game, throughout my fame\n  I'm focused man, the E stay the same\n  Hate when folks call me out my name\n  Damn Lord, heal my body\n  Cause I'm mad enough to kill somebody\n  Even hard to trust my lady\n  Did she lock me down to have my baby?\n  I know she love me - damn it's nuttin\n  The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin\n  Uhh, I want to move away like (?)\n  why'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly\n  [Chorus]\n  [Verse Three]\n  Huh, yo, huh\n  The game changed, damn I should quit\n  Can't get respect, without havin a hit\n  Someone somewhere talkin shit\n  Got fake cats in my clique\n  But I deal with the cards that's dealt\n  Try to make music that's heartfelt\n  Still doin eighty on the Belt'\n  In the Escalade, with Dolce shades\n  I've been paid, now what's left?\n  I guess, should I stress life or death (huh?)\n  Sometimes I want to end it all\n  Live at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls\n  Can't do that, got fam at the crib\n  My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh)\n  .. open my eyes\n  So I ask you, please help me, now\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":36684346,"name":"React","trackName":"React","artistName":"Erick Sermon feat. 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from they mental graves\nMake 'em confess, LL's the most rugged\nGod and no man's above it, gotta love it\n\nDo, get this bread, use ya infrared\nRe, fuck the industry, it's all about\nMi, you ain't goin' FA\nL said it so, puffin on the L.A.\n\nDo, get this bread, use ya infrared\nRe, fuck the industry, it's all about\nMi, you ain't goin' FA\nE said so, puffin on the L.A.\n(Ti do)\n\nUhh, E-Dub on the microphone\nDroppin' bombs spots get blown\nSo why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom\nWhen I rap, wack, MC's vacate the room\n\n'Cause they suck and that's how I feel\nI'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal\nThen wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel\nSo next time he know, how the real feel\n\nGet loose and wrap hand 'round the steel\nLeave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel\n(I ain't playin)\nBut y'all front like I ain't it\nAnd every rapper y'all like, sample my shit\n\n(Name one)\nI'm nice, and there's no mistakin'\nI threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy 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out in all Fendi\nBought your homeboy a brand new Bentley\nAnd the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty\n\nIt's simply, 'cause you wasn't focused on the next day\nAnd your next tape, you can't give it away, but hey\nI send these to these niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Joneses\nEverything you see, me I owns it\n\nI've been quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen years\nSo let's get that clear\nYou might have sold a few more tapes but\nRealistically are you that great?\n(Nah)\n\nCan't get respect but I done paid dues\nStood on the block slangin' cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude\nI've been the same nigga since I came through\nDo-re-mi too, damn fool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do-Ré-Mi (Mixed)\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: Erick Sermon History (Mixed by DJ Mel-A)\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, uhh, yeah\n  See I know how to get down, word up\n\n  It's so hot it's LL's version of the East Coast 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one)\n  I'm nice, and there's no mistakin'\n  I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman\n  My track record is out there, gone\n  E.T. like maybe I should phone home\n  (Hello?)\n\n  I'm known for the dome bangers\n  Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's danger\n  Scarface, E, LL Cool J, never heard it spit this way, hey\n  (Jigga, jigga)\n\n  Do, get this bread, use ya infrared\n  Re, fuck the industry, it's all about\n  Mi, you ain't goin' FA\n  L said it so, puffin on the L.A.\n  (That's right)\n\n  Do, get this bread, use ya infrared\n  Re, fuck the industry, it's all about\n  Mi, you ain't goin' FA\n  'Cause 'Face said so, puffin on the L.A.\n  (Ti do)\n\n  You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer\n  You switched from the raw to a chart climber\n  And now your shit is blowin' out the stores\n  And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but\n\n  Count\n  (Two, three and four)\n  Your records ain't sellin' no more\n  And damn you done spent your 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think she really hot, your career is a fluke\n  I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen\n  Take a look at what I'm doin' it will not be done again\n\n  As sure I am the descendant of former slaves\n  I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves\n  Make 'em confess, LL's the most rugged\n  God and no man's above it, gotta love it\n\n  Do, get this bread, use ya infrared\n  Re, fuck the industry, it's all about\n  Mi, you ain't goin' FA\n  L said it so, puffin on the L.A.\n\n  Do, get this bread, use ya infrared\n  Re, fuck the industry, it's all about\n  Mi, you ain't goin' FA\n  E said so, puffin on the L.A.\n  (Ti do)\n\n  Uhh, E-Dub on the microphone\n  Droppin' bombs spots get blown\n  So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom\n  When I rap, wack, MC's vacate the room\n\n  'Cause they suck and that's how I feel\n  I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal\n  Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel\n  So next time he know, how the real feel\n\n  Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel\n  Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel\n  (I ain't playin)\n  But y'all front like I ain't it\n  And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit\n\n  (Name one)\n  I'm nice, and there's no mistakin'\n  I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman\n  My track record is out there, gone\n  E.T. like maybe I should phone home\n  (Hello?)\n\n  I'm known for the dome bangers\n  Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's danger\n  Scarface, E, LL Cool J, never heard it spit this way, hey\n  (Jigga, jigga)\n\n  Do, get this bread, use ya infrared\n  Re, fuck the industry, it's all about\n  Mi, you ain't goin' FA\n  L said it so, puffin on the L.A.\n  (That's right)\n\n  Do, get this bread, use ya infrared\n  Re, fuck the industry, it's all about\n  Mi, you ain't goin' FA\n  'Cause 'Face said so, puffin on the L.A.\n  (Ti do)\n\n  You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer\n  You switched from the raw to a chart climber\n  And now your shit is blowin' out the stores\n  And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but\n\n  Count\n  (Two, three and four)\n  Your records ain't sellin' no more\n  And damn you done spent your money galore\n  Buyin' all the stupid shit that your money can't afford\n  (Uh, oh)\n\n  Tryin' to keep up with the trendy\n  Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi\n  Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley\n  And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty\n\n  It's simply, 'cause you wasn't focused on the next day\n  And your next tape, you can't give it away, but hey\n  I send these to these niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Joneses\n  Everything you see, me I owns it\n\n  I've been quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen years\n  So let's get that clear\n  You might have sold a few more tapes but\n  Realistically are you that great?\n  (Nah)\n\n  Can't get respect but I done paid dues\n  Stood on the block slangin' cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude\n  I've been the same nigga since I came through\n  Do-re-mi 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