"Swing It Over Here" lyrics - ERICK SERMON

ERICK SERMON
"Swing It Over Here"

"Kick it over here baby pop!"

Chorus: Murray, Sermon, others
[KM] Swing it over here!
[All] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Swing it over here!
[All] C'mon swing it over here!
[KM] Y'all swing it over here!
[All] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Come swing it over here!
[Red] Yo, swing it over there!

Verse One: Keith Murray
My rap style is swift like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of competition as [?] and
Keith Murray is the vocabulary champ
?Come in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a style like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines with L.O.D
Then bend you out of shape like a master Yogi
I put my head through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; 'cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all] throughout

Verse Two: Erick Sermon
Cling cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than Don King without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split 'fore I explode - BOOM!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on suspension
For being closed minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than Wesley Snipes
To my crew there's no match
You want more funk then here's another batch, yo I

Chorus: [all] throughout
"The Redman that's what they call me" -] EPMD's 'Headbanger' [3x]
[ED] Oh no, here comes the Funkadelic Redman

Verse Three: Redman
Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! Could this be
The funk that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give niggas polka dots for plots
Now Richard Dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your Walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
WAKE UP! While the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like'seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the Empire
To ashes - 'cause my shit's more raw than niggas stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggas could smoke
A whole pound of weed and couldn't see me off the TV!