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Texty: Erick Sermon. React. Here I Iz.

Yo, here I iz on radar
A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar
'Cause by that time I been did damage
The type 9/11, so duke call the reverend

Sermon, the rappin' Mandingo
A mega producer, more drunk than Ringo
'A Star Is Born', Erick Streisand, the E, I'm nice man
A rock star, I use a mic stand

So everybody gather round by the speaker
To hear things clear, the blood comin out the ear
I'm a day walker, the rap be the serum
My Squad still Def and you still can't hear 'em

If you was a shadow, you couldn't get near 'em
Even if there's 'Thirteen Ghosts', you couldn't fear 'em
Look outside, there's 24's on my Cadd
I'm a Big Boi droppin' 'Bombs Over Baghdad'

Here I iz, Sermon, yeah, I'll mark an E on your back
Yeah, that's my man throwin' down

Yeah, it's like street hop, the beat knock
I'm what time it is on my clock, on my block
I'm rockin', I got the Earth in a cradle
Youse a baby and not quite able

'The Ring' appears when you're facin me
Death comes time after, some say it's the rapture
I'm closed captioned, boy I'm Phil material
Yeah, Francis Ford Coppola, E-Dub's the opener

See you at your burial, 'Wack MC' on your gravestone
Atlanta, I get busy in the Braves home
I'm on your head, Ted Danson, cheerin'
You forgot Squad is Def and we hard of hearin'

The star vet got a Star Trek phone
Extraterrestrial, to see who phone home
Got more dough than me, man stop it
Green shit, I got Shrek in my front pocket

Here I iz, Sermon, yeah, I'll mark an E on your back
This is a warnin', aiyyo, attention all personal, yeah, c'mon