Rod "KP" Kirkpatrick - Tell Em lyrics

[Intro] You about to come through right? (Yeah, I'll do it, man, don't stress me.) You about to come through (I got this. Check this out, man.) You ain't gonna front on me (I ain't gonna front on n***as, man.) Make sure, man, I'm tellin' you right now (Check this out, what, I'm about to do it right now.) People gonna lookin', man, word up. Ha [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Personal gats, I gots about 11 Without weapons, I swing more bats than K7 Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without Tevin Some rappers pack naked guns like Frank Drebin In this century, I uphold the crown For bringin' flavor in the ear plus for gettin' down I maneuver techniques for species of all kinds The third, yours and mine An abduction is in full effect I come with the mothership and with some other sh** (Yeah) All the way live like a concert The most respected brother, puttin' in some work, yeah [Hook: Erick Sermon] If you got a crew, you better tell 'em E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum Don't slip or you won't be around next year (Slick Rick: "Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard.") [Verse 2: Rosalyn Noble] Check the poetry in motion From this bombazee smokin' b**h that get you open It's mess if you tangle with my tresses 'Cause I possess gifts that's wickeder than hexes That explode on the scene by all means I be Flushing MC's like Queens And none of y'all can see me Got more Boom Boom than Mancini Your style is strictly preemie And I stomp with the big dogs Off the wall with a crew that's rough enough to Rush Limbaugh We stay strapped, part of Pack Pistol Posse I represent through mind, soul, and body In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks Now even cheapskates is peepin' my tape release date Word born, I'm comin' in like a swarm then I'm gone Before you can ring the alarm [Hook: Roz] If you got a crew, you better tell 'em I kick rhymes from the cerebellum Don't slip or you won't be around next year (Slick Rick: "Now here's a little something that needs to be heard.") [Verse 3: Keith Murray] A-yo, catch this wordage bubonic plague In your head, back, chest, arms, and legs When I'm coming through grab your cranium for alternatum Punk, I fades 'em subterranium My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereal Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet That's a promise 'cause the Squad don't make threats I'm a graceful poet with sadistic ballistics Above and beyond all that other bullsh** Linguistics aggressive antiseptic Nerve-wreckin', concepted on consistent contestants My deviant deliverance Be leavin' MC's in a state of mal mid depressin' (Word up) Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum You got a crew, you better tell 'em