Erick Sermon

Erick Sermon - Relentless lyrics

[Phone ringing]

(Your call has been forwarded....)

(Please enter your password, then.......)

[Erick Sermon]

Yeah, all day yeah, uh

Turn me up, uh-huh...it's serious

Headphones turn me up

(E Sermon, Busta Buss, .. call me back, urrrgently...)

This is somethin that you need to hear

It's cool and capture

I feel like Blondie caught in the rapture

Rappers and those who try to offend me

From false accusations they heard from Wendy (Hello Erick)

I'm in the game to play

For those cats on the sideline callin me gay, huntin

Don't be the broads cause niggaz

Mad cause I'm baggin chicks that look as bad as Jigga's (tell 'em)

And make seven figures, a rap icon

I'm the one kid in the biz to keep your eyes on

Me, Superman, I fell from the window

If I fly high, then why drive a benzo

An(d) drive a 'lac, an(d) drive a Hummer

And drivin something brand new this summer (tell 'em!)

The operator, I got your number

Don't act like I don't flow like water, call the plumber (uh-huh)

Some tryin to stop the E from gettin large

I feel like the Beastie Boys in Sabotage

In all five boroughs, I pissed on trees

I'm a dog (arroo), ask Rockwilder please

There's some fake cats, they talk behind me

A few A&R's sayin they won't sign me (uh-huh)

Cause they see my face and think I'm done

Meanwhile, I'm the black Neo, yes the one (one)

While they sign they brother or friend or they man

That's supposed to blow, he's a no-show

And that's why the game is shutdown

Every major player that's in it, been changed around (tell 'em)

But I'm still standin and got something to say

The boy is still here like LL and Dre

I sat down with Russell and Def Jam's team

I sat down with Suge and Jimmy Iovine

I sat down with Sylvia, sat down with Tommy

Sat down with Clive Davis and no favors

I got wit Kedar

And this might be my last hurrah

I'ma rock now until tomorrow

Some ask about EPMD's prognosis

But it won't happen til P get focused

I won't be compared to Nas or Jada

But I'ma punish the game for it's foul behavior

And y'all got it backwards

Those ain't real MC's, those is actors

Cast of Fear Factor (tell 'em)

I agree with Missy

No creativity in the game no more

It's the same old bore

A few people in the biz know what's happenin

The fans don't know, they think I'm platinum

Cause they hear the record gettin played 4,000 times on every station

But at the same time hate...disc jockeys

If I'm over, explain how I do it

In 2001 I shut it down with "Music" (hmmm)

If I'm whack, why in 2002, yes it's true, I made cats react (uh-huh)

Source might not quote this here

It might not be nothin but I wrote this here

Like Eminem said, you wanna be Erick Sermon (that's the truth)

But you a generic version (let's go)

Aight y'all, enough talk

Welcome to Chilltown, New York

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