| Yeah, all day yeah, uh
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| Turn me up, uh-huh…it's serious
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| Headphones turn me up
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| {Recordings indistinct)
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| This is somethin that you need to hear
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| It’s cool and capture
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| I feel like Blondie caught in the rapture
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| Rappers and those who try to offend me
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| From false accusations they had heard from Wendy (Hello Erick)
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| I’m in the game to play
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| For those cats on the sideline callin me gay, huntin
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| Don’t be the broads cause niggas
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| Mad cause I’m baggin chicks that look as bad as Jigga’s (tell 'em)
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| And make seven figures, a rap icon
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| I’m the one kid in the biz to keep your eyes on
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| Me, Superman, I fell from the window
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| If I fly high, then why drive a benzo
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| In drive a 'lac, in drive a hummer
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| In drive is something brand-new this summer (tell 'em)
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| The operator, I got your number
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| Don’t act like I don’t flow like water, call the plumber (uh-huh)
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| Something tryna stop the E from gettin large
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| I feel like the Beastie Boys in Sabotage
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| In all five boroughs, I pissed on trees
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| I’m a dog (arroo), ask Rockwilder please
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| There’s some fake cats, they talk behind me
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| A few A&R's sayin they won’t sign me (uh-huh)
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| Cause they see my face and think I’m done
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| Meanwhile, I’m the black Neo, yes the one (one)
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| While they sign they brother or friend or they man
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| That’s supposed to blow, he’s a no-show
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| And that’s why the game is shutdown
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| Every major player that’s in it, been changed around (tell 'em)
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| But I’m still standin and got something to say
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| The boy is still here like LL and Dre
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| I sat down with Russell and Def Jam team
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| I sat down with Suge and Jimmy Ivine
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| I sat down with Sylvia, sat down with Tommy
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| Sat down with Clive Davis and no favors
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| I got booked at dark
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| And this might be my last huh-rah
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| I’ma rock now until tomorrow
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| Some ask about EPMD’s prognosis
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| But it won’t happen til P get focused
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| I won’t be compared to Nas or Jada
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| But I’mma punish the game for it’s foul behavior
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| And y’all got it backwards
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| Those ain’t real MC’s, those is actors
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| Cast of Fear Factor (tell 'em)
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| I agree with Missy
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| No creativity in the game no more
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| It’s the same old bore
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| A few people in the biz know what’s happenin
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| The fans don’t know, they think I’m platinum
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| Cause they hear the record gettin played 4,000 times on every station
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| But at the same time hate… disc jockeys
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| If I’m over, explain how I do it
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| In 2001 I shut it down with «Music» (hmmm)
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| If I’m whack, why in 2002, yes it’s true, I made cats react (uh-huh)
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| Source might not quote this here
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| It might not be nothin but I wrote this here
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| Like Eminem said, you wanna be Erick Sermon (that's the truth)
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| But you a generic version (let's go)
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| Aight y’all, enough talk
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| Welcome to Chilltown, New York |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Relentless , by - Erick Sermon. Song from the album Chilltown, New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп