| I’ll just sway… |
| This’s the way it goes down |
| Def Squad |
| Nine-pound |
| Check this here |
| The E gets wicked, no need for the biscuit |
| The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked |
| I sets the party off just like Tanqueray |
| The Funk Lord, nobody else could swing this way |
| I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and |
| I Buck like Shot, cuz I know I Got Cha Opin |
| Check the soup, I Dogg the mic like Snoop |
| I get swift like H-Town, when I Knock Da Boots (daaat's right) |
| I’m dynamite with this mic |
| I Show like Doug E. and I rock the mic lovely |
| The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy |
| To your city, on the Zapp side with the vibe |
| I’m Stone Cold like Bobby and Ralph T |
| I come with the Game of Death, without Bruce Lee |
| The irregular speakin, for those MC’s who be tweakin |
| Catch me at the Beacon just freakin |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| Cuz my style’s the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| Cuz my style’s the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi |
| (I'll be waiting |
| For your love, anticipating) |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| (Hurry up and come) |
| It goes one for the trouble, two for the show, ayo |
| I’m gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful |
| I’m the Mack, I made Goldie turn chrome |
| When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah) |
| I goes down for y’all in broad daylight |
| Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych |
| Today is a Green Day, so it’s blazin |
| To specify it, I get big-up from Jamaicans |
| Hey, the E-R-I-C-K gets down for the public |
| More doper than Janet Jackson’s stomach |
| Ask anybody, who’s the dopest producer? |
| I think of cruise, I’m never too much like I’m Luther |
| My style is the craziest |
| No crew is fadin us |
| You got beef with my squad you better dare that |
| The shit I kick make rappers say, «I should’ve said that» |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| Cuz my style’s the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| Cuz my style’s the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi |
| (I'll be waiting |
| For your love, anticipating) |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| (Hurry up and come) |
| Complete this puzzle, what Squad be Def like Russell Simmons |
| And more flyer than Robin Givens |
| Cosmic Slop, from the darkside |
| Basically, I Can’t Wait, songs from the Redman tape |
| (and make much sense when he’s kickin fool) cause I constantly keep shitting |
| And y’all constantly keep listening |
| Yeah, who can it be now, watch out |
| Flying through the air with wings E Double doing my thing |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| Cuz my style’s the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| Cuz my style’s the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi |
| (I'll be waiting |
| For your love, anticipating) |
| Brothers can’t see me |
| (Hurry up and come) |