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EPMD - Crossover

(Erick Sermon)

Erick Sermon's in the house

Let's get up let's get down

Roll wit the hardcore funk the hardcore sound

Let's get wit this mackadocious funk material

So simple when I rock wit the instrumental

Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit)

Control my career so I can never get stranded

But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian

Changed up they style from jeans to suits and

Thinkin about a pop record somethin made for the station

For a whole new relation-

ship of a new type of scene

To go platinum and clock mad green

AKA, a sellout, the rap definition

Get off that boy, change your mission

Come back around the block

Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock

Let them know your logo, not a black thing

My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

The Crossover

(PMD)

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul

To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold

(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD

I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri

Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls

I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows

(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill

Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"

Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip

(Kid, you're gonna be large)

Yea right, that's what the company kicks

Forget the black crowds, you're wack now

In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul

I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)

I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour

From the US to the white cliffs of Dover

Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover

The crossover

(Erick Sermon)

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