Erick Sermon - Pay Per View lyrics

* sample repeats in background from Redman's "Cosmic Slop" (4X) --] Attention pa**enger's we're on a non-central journey To Hell and beyond [Erick Sermon] Hahaha Good evening all you blunt smokers Welcome to the Darksides of Def Squad Where you bout to hear the voices of Pa**ione LBM, Kel Vicious, Keith Murray Takin you to the Legion of Dume, and beyond This is a Pay Per View event Some sh** you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin? Let's get ready to rumble, yeah.. [LBM] When my, Funk's mastered like Flex I touch more earsets than Nynex LBM puts words together like Triple Yahtzee Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em And attacks the rhythm like an exorcism Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start k**in Stinkin, b**hes like ??Joe Rifkind?? (Rifkind.. Rifkind..) YAHH!! I strangle angels from a Brooklyn angle Rectangular mangle (and TANGO) incur single [E. Sermon sings like Method Man] P-A-S-S-I-O-N [Pa**ion] As the world goes around, I'm breakin down competitors Like the predator, n***as check my metaphors (yea, word up) Let the bullsh**, ride, put the clip inside the steel When the verbal starts to peel, motherf**ers know the deal (YEAH) Like AC/DC (word?) I'm charged off the energy The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my serenity (word up) Time and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance Disruption of your cypher n***as label me a menace The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical combustion Eruptin, bustin out my brain (whoo!) So ignite the flame it's the lyrically insane I, open up the vault searchin for the buried treasure With ?? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever [Keith Murray] Whatever.. ni**aZ! K-Keith Mu.. Keith what? Y'all n***as don't want it, I get widdit Quicker, than a n***a with a piss-bag done sh**ted n***as, be like, quit it Cause my renditions be expeditions For n***as on them straight looney missions (n***a) Funk Lord Productions be sayin somethin (word) For n***as in the street who wanna fight And press charges, I got somethin (b**h) Throw that, you could get the bozack Cause I leave homicide mummified and all you hoes know that [Erick Sermon] Right about now, it's Kelly Kel Kel Vicious, bout to get.. ill [Kel Vicious] I make a hundred crews give me enough respect Cause my sh** got the major funk effect, so check it Select it, my rap style be highly respected Challenge Kel Vicious get burnt, expect it I'm twenty-one, and I'm a phe-nom-enon The Def Squad, L.O.D. live on and on These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split your melon What's your name? Kelly Kel, where you from? I'm from C.I What the fu*k you wanna know for punk? You ready to die? Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm kickin Forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-a** b**hes This is Mr. Kel Vicious with the ill funk flow Knockin punks out like my name was Riddick Bowe * sample repeats in background from Redman's "Cosmic Slop" (to fade) --] Attention pa**enger's we're on a non-central journey To Hell and beyond [Erick Sermon] Yo, haha, and that was just like I told ya Was gonna be for all them n***as Rockin Daisy Duke and Reebok pumps Up in ya, ya tricks