Erick Sermon - 4, 3, 2, 1 (Original Verse) lyrics

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Erick Sermon - 4, 3, 2, 1 (Original Verse) lyrics

Method, where the gods at? Redman, where the squad at? Yo L, is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that Who's the God of rap you saying is nice? I'll beat a dead n***a to d**h and beat a dead n***a to life If you look at me long enough, I'll start to read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff Let's see how many rhymes you got I can go on for more Millenias than Mazdas got in a car lot And there's nowhere to run to, when I confront ya n***a, I'll call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild? Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile? I take them in all shapes, sizes, and forms, spit on Any emcees who ain't close enough to sh** on Zero to 60? I'm already doing a hundred when I'm blunted And I give it to any n***a that want it Your head will spin so fast, you'll catch whiplash I practice lyrical witchcraft on your b**h a** Make your hard drive crash, the C colon backslash And I'll go back to the booth to school your whack a** Because the object of the game is to spark every cell in your brain At degrees hotter than blue flames Propane gas, it incinerate you into ashes I got you breathin' harder than girls in Lamaze cla**es Stop b**hin' about if it's written or freestyle Got the whole Spanish community saying I'm muy mal Charging n***as with booty styles $50 fines In addition to $25 for whack punchlines 'Cause I'm the top dog running the yard And I represent cause I never chained to the fence Hence to battle me is impossible I'll put your whole crew in the hospital with IVs all in their nostrils Stop sleeping on me, I ain't a mattress Put you through more drama than a soap opera actress Don't even think about pulling out and opening fire Gunshots wound but I remove bullets with pliers I aspire to kick the fattest that you've ever witnessed From a far side, that's even confusing the fat lip Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge I'll make your head nod 'til your neck runs out of cartilage I think it's obvious that I can bring the ruckus Scream on your crew like a military drill instructor When I come through, n***as stand stiller than statues If I have to, I'll battle your whole rap crew Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd And rip your f**ing skin off just to get on your nerves