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[Featuring Redman] 
(Chorus) 
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) 
(PMD) 
When I turn a party out  all hands is in the air 
Some say it's chill  New York throw chairs 
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip 
Girls rush the stage  faggots cold dip 
Low to avoid the caps and blows 
By the gangbanners at the B boy shows 
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd 
But they can't  systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud 
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am 
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and 
The bass continues to thump 
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks 
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched 
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps 
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout 
"Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out 
Chorus 
(E Double) 
Rap combat squares sat and I attack 
Any crab MC that's down wit the wack 
And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck 
Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech 
I'm terror, new edition to rap era 
I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever 
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius 
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)? 
Yo, wit that, I can break fool 
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools 
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel 
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal 
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D 
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E 
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship 
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip 
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn 
Mess wit me and get your manhood token 
Chorus 
(Redman) 
I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex 
You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex 
I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit 
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit 
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes 
Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time 
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)? 
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit 
Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a 
Fuck a freak, words before play 
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack 
On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback 
A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson 
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm 
Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam 
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam 
Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson 
I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson 
Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon 
Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums 
Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro 
My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo 
Known as I live large, life will be luxury 
Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me 
Nasty nigga, competition is none 
From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn 
Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking 
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking 
Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea 
Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D 
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; 
Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels 
Chorus

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