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Текст (слова) песни: 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

(redmans in the area

Keith murrays in the area

Erick sermons in the area)

[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

 

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