Intro:



I'll just sway...

This's the way it goes down

Def Squad

Nine pound

Check this here



Verse One:



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



Chorus:



Brothers can't see me

Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi repeat 2X

...

Brothers can't see me



Verse Two:



It goes one for the trouble, two for the show

Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful

I'm the mack, I made Goldy 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