Songtext Open fire Erick Sermon

Open fire

Whoop whoop(8x)

[redman]
Funky dilemmas, destroy mcs by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
No ones betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style Im able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now whos on the deal Ill make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I mustve been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends i, I get up in you like keith murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay blah come through your block and open fire

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[erick sermon]
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where thers a drum theres a beat
And where theres guns theres the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and dont know the flava
Its the same reason why I threw away my skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Yall come out the hype description of this
One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do I be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!
Mcs you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier

[keith murray]
Aaahhhhhh!
Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain cant be defined
In the words I be using when I be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood hed cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And God forbid I outrageous people see the l.o.d.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def squad