top notch (09:33)
Nikita Veleten35 Plays
•11 Jun 2023
Underground (оригинал) Erick 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; 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-R-I-C-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. Cuz Erick Sermon’s comin’straight from the Underground… 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. Cuz I’m too smooth, pay my dues, and can’t lose. I’m Top Gun, pullin’bitches like Tom Cruise.
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Underground (оригинал) Erick 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; 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-R-I-C-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. Cuz Erick Sermon’s comin’straight from the Underground… 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. Cuz I’m too smooth, pay my dues, and can’t lose. I’m Top Gun, pullin’bitches like Tom Cruise.
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