Erick Sermon - Straight Loonie lyrics

[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)] Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked And bust some to keep me uplifted It flows to my braincells like from smoke I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc' I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats Stored in my attic, for any crazy ba*tard It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out Like I stole somethin when I'm bustin I'm Don of mic with this sh** I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig?? Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna Backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays! Can't get these nuts on the real It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel! ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my n***as packin heaters So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop On the E Double, check the sounds! I rise my eyes burnt like cherry Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye.. .. until next try!! Def Squad, is in the house, yo Green Beret, is in the house, yo L.O.D., is in the house, yo Keith Murray, is in the house, yo [Keith Murray] And Jesus is a f**in puppeteer! The devil cut my Sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere For mad n***as it's curtains I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first And leavin the skull decapitate his a**, catchin wreck Rip off his head, and sh** down his f**in neck (b**h!) From the little voice in my concious I might just leave a crazy-a** unconcious And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat sh** and die Cause I'ma gets mines, b**h! West coast, is in the house, yo East coast, is in the house, yo N.Y.C., is in the house, yo Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo [Jamal] Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now? I'ma come down to represent the juveniles I kick styles that n***as can't f** with Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole sh** Now who the f** wanna see Jamal I fades em all And any n***a that step up, he's sure to fall Now I come down to be the illest, the realest Any n***a that step up, I'm ready to peal his Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the sh** Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip Any motherf**er that wanna step n***a I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the f** you figure That you can f** with me, I be the illest B.G Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali Sally from the Valley f**ed me and she burned me So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step And let them know where the weapon is kept You punk b**h, and I hit a switch Any motherf**er step I dump him in the ditch Trick!