| Funky dilemmas, destroy mcs by process of elimanation
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| Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
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| Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
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| Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
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| No ones betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
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| I phase you wit my nasal style Im able
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| To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
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| Now whos on the deal Ill make you feel the real
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| I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
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| Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I mustve been worn
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| Wit ten of my dusted friends i, I get up in you like keith murray
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| Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
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| Make competition leave early smokin the lala
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| Blazay blah come through your block and open fire
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| (redmans in the area
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| Keith murrays in the area
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| Erick sermons in the area)
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| You best believe
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| Is this mic on word up I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
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| The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
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| Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
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| Where thers a drum theres a beat
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| And where theres guns theres the streets
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| This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
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| From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and dont know the flava
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| Its the same reason why I threw away my skypager
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| Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
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| Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
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| Yall come out the hype description of this
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| One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
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| No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
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| And broke it out like a rash, who?
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| 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!
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| Mcs you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier
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| Aaahhhhhh!
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| Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
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| I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
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| My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
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| And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
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| Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain cant be defined
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| In the words I be using when I be rhymin
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| Now you can change your whole word back and forth
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| And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood hed cough
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| My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
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| Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
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| I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
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| And God forbid I outrageous people see the l.o.d.
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| I love beatin you in the head with this
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| Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
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| Way nicer than the force intended
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| The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
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| Def squad |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Fire, artist - Erick Sermon. Album song Erick Sermon History, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп