Epmd - Crossover lyrics

(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 s**er 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 ga**ed 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