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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick Sermon
Performer
Jeffrey Stewart
Vocals
Keith Murray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Composer
Jeffrey Stewart
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Producer
David Greenberg
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's the E Double (Who?)
The funk lord, goddamn
Yo, I'm swingin' more shit than Tarzan
I freak the ill tactics 'cause I'm a ghetto bastard
[Verse 2]
Some say my rap style is drastic
Whoa, I tear the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the chrome
Yo, my concepts is wicked
Even the wicked witch couldn't get with the switch, the ugly bitch
[Verse 3]
Time to reach my peak this week and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like sheep
The undercover brother from Brentwood
Yes, I'm doin' awesome, you wanna see me call Steven Austin
[Verse 4]
For your protection, go sit in the R&B section for this session
'Cause I'm real deal, boy, you better believe it, word
Straight from the Boondocks, aka the suburbs
[Verse 5]
Peace to the underground where I create my sound
That's more doper than Spellbound
My time's up, so what the fuck, slouch?
I'ma be back, for now I'm out
[Verse 6]
And now introducing the man with the flyest transparent style on the planet
Straight from LOD, Park Ave
The one and only Philly Blunt King
[Verse 7]
Keith Murray's comin' from the North, South, East, and Left
Rhymin' to death, makin' a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a psychopath
[Verse 8]
Ooh, I might lose my cool and break fool and pull out my get busy tools
I write like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a bottomless spliff
[Verse 9]
The most beautifulest thing in this world is my notion
For murderous poetry in motion
And the illitoic shit I come across
Form a leash, you're trapped in with explosive force
[Verse 10]
I push your head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin' a bid in purgatory
It's 96 degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my blade
[Verse 11]
I take my frustration to the stage
And get open dope and stupid bumblin' rumblin' tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole concept
'Cause my delivery is so complex
[Verse 12]
And I'm intergalactic on plastic
With the super distinguish that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin' hardcore **** wanna get dumb
[Verse 13]
My dialogue comes straight from the slums
Damage to your medula, cerebrum, and cerebellum
If ya got a crew, you better tell 'em
Written by: Erick Sermon