[00:00.51](chorus)
[00:00.66]Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)
[00:01.53](pmd)
[00:01.68]When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air
[00:02.58]Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs
[00:03.48]The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
[00:04.38]Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
[00:05.31]Low to avoid the caps and blows
[00:06.03]By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows
[00:06.78]Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
[00:07.95]But they can't, systems crank "so what'cha saying"'s pumping loud
[00:09.45]Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am
[00:10.50]Brothers licking off like the son of sam and
[00:11.40]The bass continues to thump
[00:12.15]Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
[00:13.26]Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
[00:13.89]Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
[00:14.94]And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout
[00:16.17]Hardcore - Redman, EPMD - Whut? Thee Album - nigga, yea, cold turn the party o
[00:18.12]Chorus
[00:18.30](e double)
[00:18.48]Rap combat squares sat and i attack
[00:19.47]Any crab mc that's down wit the wack
[00:20.31]And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck
[00:21.33]Throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech
[00:22.32]I'm terror, new edition to rap era
[00:23.10]I can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever
[00:24.03]I'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius
[00:24.87]I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)?
[00:25.89]Yo, wit that, i can break fool
[00:26.58]Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
[00:27.51]Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
[00:28.32]No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
[00:29.25]K-a, microphone wrecker e-d
[00:29.88]The o, the u, the b, the l to the e
[00:30.54]Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
[00:31.56]My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip
[00:32.67]I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn
[00:33.69]Mess wit me and get your manhood token
[00:34.65]Chorus
[00:34.80](redman)
[00:34.98]I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
[00:36.09]You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
[00:37.14]I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit
[00:38.07]And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
[00:39.42]Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
[00:40.17]Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time
[00:41.16]Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)?
[00:42.18]Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
[00:43.08]Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
[00:43.74]**** a freak, words before play
[00:44.37]Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
[00:45.18]On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
[00:46.62]A monster, murder mother****ers like manson
[00:47.82]A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
[00:48.63]Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam
[00:49.62]Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
[00:50.70]Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
[00:51.66]I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson
[00:52.56]Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon
[00:53.55]Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
[00:55.11]Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
[00:57.93]My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
[01:00.57]Known as i live large, life will be luxury
[01:02.82]Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
[01:05.73]Nasty shit, competition is none
[01:07.83]From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
[01:10.56]Bitch, rap is still when I'm stroking
[01:13.23]Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
[01:15.96]Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
[01:18.84]Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
[01:21.36]Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
[01:23.73]Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels
[01:31.17]Chorus

(chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)
(pmd)
When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank "so what'cha saying"'s pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am
Brothers licking off like the son of sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout
Hardcore - Redman, EPMD - Whut? Thee Album - nigga, yea, cold turn the party o
Chorus
(e double)
Rap combat squares sat and i attack
Any crab mc that's down wit the wack
And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech
I'm terror, new edition to rap era
I can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever
I'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)?
Yo, wit that, i can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-a, microphone wrecker e-d
The o, the u, the b, the l to the e
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip
I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token
Chorus
(redman)
I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)?
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
**** a freak, words before play
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
A monster, murder mother****ers like manson
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam
Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson
Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon
Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
Known as i live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
Nasty shit, competition is none
From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
Bitch, rap is still when I'm stroking
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels
Chorus