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featuring Shadz of Lingo 

[Erick Sermon] 
Hey young world  one two  one two 
Check it out y'all 
Uhh  Shadz of Lingo in the house 
E Double's in the house with Def Squad 
on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo 

Mic check one two  yo you got my nerves jumpin around 
and _Humpin' Around_ like Bobby Brown across town 
I ain't with that  so don't cramp my style 
Step off me  I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee 
Yo how could you ask what I'm doin 
when I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and 
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T. 
Makes me phone home to my family 
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame 
than Batman played by Michael Keaton 
I crossed over, let me name someone that's black 
with fame, and pockets that are fat 
Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one 
Packs a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's 
Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid 
so I can shoot his ass like Cupid 
E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo 
Here to bust out the funky single 
Ahh shit, there goes my pager 
I'll see you later, because yo 

Chorus: Erick Sermon 

Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X) 

[Shadz of Lingo - 1] 
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real 
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe 
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less 
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest 
from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY 
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday 
The funk is flowin to the maximum 
from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them 
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough 
to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass 
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real 
and don't give a motherfuck how you feel 
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it 
Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it 
The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that 
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that 

Chorus 

[Shadz of Lingo - 2] 
Yo it's the Lingo of the Shadz 
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious 
melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit 
that you used to, and stylin that you ain't 
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints? 
{*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin 
A soundman's body turnin up every weekend 
Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember 
I can't recall a full week since this past December 
And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em 
Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em 
But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words 
to hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER 
Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape} 
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes} 
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin} 
brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin} 
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight} 
Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait} 
Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and} 
where's the {where's the} soundman 
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin} 
cause {cause} 

Chorus 

[Erick Sermon] 
Hey young world 
Check me out, check me, check me out 
Hey young world 
New York's in the house 
Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house 
New York's in the motherfuckin, house 
Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house 
Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house 
E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy) 
Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house 
Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy) 
Word

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