Erick Sermon - 129 lyrics

[Pre-hook] (Canibus) Canibus, Keith Murray (Murray) Keith Murray, Canibus [Hook] (Murray) We take (Sample) 1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9 (Keith Murray and Canibus) Emcees (Canibus) They put 'em in a line (Murray) They hit 'em with the (Sample) 1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (Canibus, while Murray raps in the background) Til the meter says 9-9-9 [Verse 1: Keith Murray] Ya'll try to hit 'em with the bada boom bada bing Ya'll remain slaves We remain kings Fall back haters let us do the damn thing Damn, don't blame us, God gave us this hang He made it bang bang So we shot like bling bling from here to Every dark cell in Sing-Sing I've never been a hater, I'm a n***a-lover I'll bite off the face of Dog the Bounty Hunter I'm a mover and a shaker, you a born loser Come through it though you win the Heimlich maneuver Your chick she a Hoover My dive begin scuba I'm a DOG spelled backwards though, eat, oo, ganooba Ah, patch it up like Slick Rick the Ruler We got [ ] broadband with gooder computer What the - hooter?! Blast off like a luger My squad be "Disturbing Tha Peace" like Luda! [Hook x 2] 1-2-3-4-5-6-8-7-9 (Canibus) Emcees they put 'em in a line (Murray) They hit 'em with the (Sample) 1-2, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (Canibus, while Murray raps in the background) Til the meter says 9-9-9 [Verse 2: Canibus] I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal One millennium later, I'm still a cannibal Hands free answerable, memory expansible, sample you Question you, answer you, dismantle you To examine you in the flight path, a light craft If my rhymes climb height too fast you might crash Tried to get through ( ) you tape Benazir Bhutto The a**a**in got too close Search party found a body, no prints, just nobbies Corpse smell like pastrami, anybody care to stop me? The mic's out of tune, tell the sound engineer 'bada bing bada boom' sound check one two You, what were you thinking? Who the f** cares about lyrics? How can this even exist? It's the smiley face attached to the paper next to the gun rack Copenhagen did six sets of tracks [Verse 3: Keith Murray] *awaiting transcription* [Verse 3: Canibus] Cannibalise the kid spitting something that is fit for consumption Some n***as hate it some n***as love it, the shot which make you stiffen your stomach A thousand bars of running, you still tryna spit a hundred Too stubborn to see the UnderGods coming At Robert Lange Studio pressing bu*tons Plugging microphones in and busting, Big Punisher never punches I don't know how he does it, but he would be proud of it Canibus, Keith Murray, UnderGods, we coming!