Erick Sermon: Now whuts up

feat. Keith Murray, Redman, Sy Scott[Keith Murray] Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don't think violence That's nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence I'm a product of the streets master of the breaks and beats Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways and topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh) Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable" Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin The products of the streets don't be playin It's a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush when I push push up in ya bush Superstar status, break off beats the baddest Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness [Chorus: Erick Sermon] Yo, we in the place - now what's up? DJ pick up the pace - now what's up? Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up? What the deal, huh - now what's up? [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more, there's somethin new in store A +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_ New technique to rock the mic, uh Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle So let's be sensible E tempermental, quick to dismember you Wyclef that "November" you They wish they can do (uh) what I can do If you could switch brains you would, wouldn't you? My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin MC's at will I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin me A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me [Chorus] [Redman] Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son Darts'll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truck The camera installed, hand upon my balls Call the morgue I'm killin 'em Even Kyle is not feelin 'em when I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems You feminine, don't even call my name I stay locked down walkin with a ball and chain Put the mac where you tongue at, I don't that These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at I took it out to stash my gun, son run that Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit Then I bang the controller, 'til the game say over In the Bricks we'll stick ya when ya plane lays over [Chorus] [Sy Scott] Yo, y'all know me Maniacs and addicts add it, at it Venomous addict snakebiter, I the, at it Cause I'm a little odder, at it In the Ac' with the aircraft and then leave inactive My, alter-ego make niggaz alter their egos I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep show South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangers Pistol changin, pistol bangin I lift metal like Lithuanians Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian It's humane punish ya mayn 'til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly main to bitten manmade disease that's made by man Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man I storm the mainland, scare MC's like slavehands Put microchips in they wristbands and make 'em raindance Lay hands like Mike Strahand Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands Tryin to lift more than ya waistband I travel every shinin sea, sea and land to finally see when niggaz land In the error era wherever, forever no error Easily cut niggaz careers down like ever Ever forever and ever, don't you ever fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?