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(Erick Sermon) 
Erick Sermon's in the house 
Let's get up  let's get down 
Roll wit the hardcore funk  the hardcore sound 
Let's get wit this  mackadocious funk material 
So simple  when I rock wit the instrumental 
Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit) 
Control my career so I can never get stranded 
But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian 
Changed up they style  from jeans to suits and 
Thinkin about a pop record  somethin made for the station 
For a whole new relation- 
ship of a new type of scene 
To go platinum and clock mad green 
AKA, a sellout, the rap definition 
Get off that boy, change your mission 
Come back around the block 
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock 
Let them know your logo, not a black thing 
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover 
The Crossover 
(PMD) 
The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul 
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold 
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD 
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri 
Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls 
I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows 
(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill 
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill" 
Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip 
(Kid, you're gonna be large) 
Yea right, that's what the company kicks 
Forget the black crowds, you're wack now 
In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul 
I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw) 
I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour 
From the US to the white cliffs of Dover 
Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover 
The crossover 
(Erick Sermon) 
(So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel 
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel 
But you insist to piss me off black 
So I flex the biceps so I can push em back 
So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it 
And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message 
So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me 
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me 
(PMD) 
Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder 
(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda) 
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over 
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya) 
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout 
Cuz you got gassed and took the wrong route 
Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line 
But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline 
Some say there's no business like show business 
But if this the truth, please explain why is this 
Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see 
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably 
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover 
I stick to underground, keep the crossover 
The crossover

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