Epmd - Hittin' Switches lyrics

[shadz of lingo] Yeah, this is colorado from shadz of lingo Kickin it with the funklord himself, e double Hittin' switches, and we bout to get stupid So you know, yo e, check it [erick sermon] Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world {"it's on!"} Mic check, here i go again, check me out Bust the flavor {"heyyyyyyyyy"} you know my clout Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact i hit you with To make your head split, trip and do a backflip I swing it hardcore like an orangutang I bring it wicked, and freak the funk slang Like god damn, yea dude gnarly, f**in a I don't play-doh, my nickname ain't clay It's the e double, mackaframa, bust the grammar My style is sickening, like roseanne-ah Plus, i'm funky like _atomic dog_ Boy you can't see me, i'm thicker than fog, so Save that drama, here's a floppy disk don't risk it Boo-yaa, that's my biscuit! On the mic, i cover every angle A square, tri-part to a rectangle I mean dat wit a pa**ion, so be it When i rock the mic it's worth seein So cop a squad and parlay b**h With the e-r-i-c-k, while i'm hittin' switches Chorus: erick sermon (repeat 2x) Off and on, off and on, it's on (4x) Hittin' switches! [erick sermon] Ah sh**, it's part two, it's on with the funk so Ring the alarm, ding! while i drop the bomb On the country, e's gettin funky word to mother I smother, any emcee or so-called brother Why? i gets busy, who the hell is he? The roughneck from new york city You wanna mess around with the ill ba*tard Then get your a** kicked, messin with the click Def squad, now on location, with the funky sensation You wanna step you must be freebasin Punk, why you playin, you bored? You can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery Ummmm, without agatha christie (there we go) You think you know _what's going on_ Without marvin gaye around, c'mon let's get down I spark your brain with all funk material And gettin wicked, and let wilson pickett Before i break, let me announce - get the bozack Now we all can bounce, as i'm hittin' switches Chorus [erick sermon] (switch) back in effect mode, droppin loads Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads And ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech Make the contact strong as bleach Rock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-mite So i can fly high like mike and "just do it" And get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steel In case there's caps to peel In the mix, when i flex the context, beware Like when you're havin safe s** I continue to get brand new, one two My mic held tight, so i can recite the hype And get busy, my name is erick sermon Back for the adventure, without pee-wee herman For those who don't know, don't act suspicious While i'm hittin' switches Chorus