调：Db major
Verse 1
C
Refrain:
[Comin' straight from the
Underground] 4x
Sermon:
As I pump up a brand new
funk swing
and bring back the chill of thrill
from B.B. King.
Old fashioned is the way
that I be waxin' a MC
I bust a grill and the reaction I check
inspect make sure the head's
wrecked;
[crunch] snap a neck
for some live effects.
A machine my functioning
that's mean.
I stay together my man like Al Green.
I'm a slayer,
the E- are- I- see- K and I'm back
to attack a punk chump
that ain't sayin' jack.
Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned,
I close only one eye like a cyclone.
So I throw on my black shades
that's rhinestone,
summer to my Benz that's
outlined in chrome.
I'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no joke.
I hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's toked.
I smoke, an MC well- done,
he gets done.
I'm knockin' out wack
MCs like Michael Nunn.
Full- power, one punch, crunch,
I'm throwin' bolos.
I'm strapped heavy,
my handguns that's solo.
I'm packed when it's time
to get down.
'cause Erick Sermon's comin'
straight from the Underground...
Refrain 4x
PMD:
Okie dokie. My mind gets slow-
pokey when I toke the
bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me
Old Gold is cold when I pop the cap.
Take a sip and then blitz,
then crack a back with a rhyme sack.
'cause I'm too smooth,
pay my dues, and can't lose.
I'm Top Gun,
pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise.
And my main man, D- Wade,
still gets paid.
And in the off- season,
we vacate in the shade.
So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet,
blast the boom- box,
then act like George and Jet- son.
'cause my style,
similar to Tae Kwon Do, but hey- yo,
I don't kick or throw stars,
this brother flows
to the funk track,
with 808 drops for prop the top
of druggin' or thuggin, D.T.s or cops.
I say, no to blow and yes to
cess and I suggest
you put a buck on Lotto,
and if you win, you should invest
in a new grill, Bill,
'cause I rock non- until
the Fat Lady sings,
or Brooklyn starts to ill.
There's a fat chance,
with the brother bistro,
'cause I'm the master of the
quadraverb and the echo.
There's no time to stop,
so P keep on steppin'
on the edge of the frame of the mind,
the nine is the weapon.
That I choose to squeeze when
a brother acts wild.
One slug to the head, mafioso style.
You catch a Universal beat down
with sounds that pound,
watch yourself son,
I'm comin' straight from the underground.
Refrain 2x
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