Crossover

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do (Erick Sermon's in the house)

Let's get up, let's get down

Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound

Let's get with this mackadocious funk materials

So simple when I rock with the instrumental

Who am I? (ED the Green Eyed Bandit)

Control my career, so I can never get stranded

But the rest are getting brand Nubian

Changed up they style from jeans to suits, and

Thinking about a pop record, something 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 Bad to the, ah, tick-tock

Let them know your logo, not a black thing

My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do (The crossover)

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do

The rap era's outta control, brothers selling 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, yeah, kid, that's how the squad rolls

I know your head is bobbing 'cause the neck knows

Fronting on they fans (Not like other rappers)

They ill, tryna chill, saying, "Damn, it be great to sell a mill"

That's when they mind switch to the pop tip

Kid, you're gonna be large

Yeah right, that's what the company kicks

Forget the Black crowd, you're wack now

In a zoot suit fronting black, looking mad foul

I speak for the hardcore (Rough, rugged, and raw)

I'm outta here, catch me chilling on my next tour

From the US to the white cliffs of Dover

Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do (Crossover)

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do

(So what you saying?) You wanna go pop goes the weasel

You know you should be rocking the fans with something diesel

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 wrecking

And all sucker MCs duck down and get the message

So ban the crossover, yo, who's with me?

Yeah, P, hit me (Hit squad)

Another mega blast, funky dope style from cross yonder

So help me Rhonda, help, help me, Rhonda

The crossover, yeah, crossing you over (From what?)

Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know you

What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout

'Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route

Came on the scene chilling, freaking a funky dope line

But when they finish with 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, making mad noise, you see

Still I haven't seen one rapper living comfortably

No time to pick and wish on a four-leaf clover

I stick to underground, keep the crossover

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do (The crossover)

Whatever you want, whatever you need

I wanna do for you, I do