Testi Soundtracks :: B

Try to answer to the master on the MC rap artists

No joke on the lyric it's hard to be modest

I knew I was the man with the master plan

To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin

Just think while I sing and to the brain structure

Don't sleep on the E 'ya see something might rupture

I don't take time for me to blow your mind

It takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind

So just lounge . . . 'Cause you're a MC clown

Or join the circus . . . EPMD's in town

Total chaos -- no mass confusion

Rhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion

Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son

I'm drawin' more, like a 44-Magnum

MC's please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine

it's travellin' the speed of lighjt, but everything' motion it's

frightening

Plus the thought of you alone

You now enter the dimension called the Twilight Zone

You're terrified . . . plus you can't bear the thought

You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost

You start to shiver . . . then you scream, my friend

You wake up, Muttley, because you're dreamin' again

Next time I'm on the scene . . . do not try to diss us

Keep your mouth suckered up, because I'm Strictly Business

This is the rap season . . . when the E starts pleasin'

Girls around the world no need to be skeezin'

When I roll I stroll, Cool always pack a 2

Just in case . . . a brother acts a fool

I've got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzy

Put a shock when I rock even though I'm not stingy

Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance floor . . .

Get busy, boy . . . like you never saw before

Rhyme flow . . . good to go . . .

After the show . . . I'll pull your hoe, boy

"Do you sniff blow??" -- Hell no

Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'

And if my parents find out, then they start riffin'

So I stay, A-OK

'Cause I'm the E . . . the R-I-C-K

MC's look me in the face and their eyes get weak

Pulse rate descends . . . heart rate increases

It's like beam me up, scotty, I control your body

I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party

With all due respect, when I say mike check

I let a sucker slide once . . . then I break his neck

So when I say jump, you'll reply "How high?"

Because I'm takin' no prisoners, so don't play hero and die

You're just a soldier . . . and I'm a Green Beret

I do not think twice about the MCs I slay

So if you want to battle, i highly recommend this:

Bring your dog, mom, and dad . . . because I'm Strictly Business

Yo, yo, you're still pickin' on that four-leaf clover?

Bring in the sandman, sucker . . . because it's over

My name is Eric Sermon and I'm back again

I see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friends

They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,

Mad and stuff - because they don't have cash

Like the E-Double . . . or the Pee-MD

He drives a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc Suzuki

I'm the locksmith . . . with the key to fame

Never high on myself, always stay the same

Play a lot because I'm hot and like a horse I trot

Around the track and back, fatigued?? No, I'm not

I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say hello

To a fly girl that is good to go

With the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow

'Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin' or relaxin

Just reactin' and subtractin'

On a sucker MC who's mouth keeps on yappin' and flappin'

I lose my cool, then I'll be start slappin' and smackin'

You on a roll, then I'll be start jackin' and cappin'

No time to lounge, I'm packin' and strappin'

At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,

I'm the sheriff, and bitin' is illegal

So next time in town, I highly recommend this,

You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business