featuring Jamal PMD

[Erick Sermon]

For she's perhaps quite clever

On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber

Scary wise I'm way past terror

I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella

Rock 'em out the club

Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne

From the bar compliments of E Dub

I be the one to cause the confusion

Twist your mind to pieces

Make ya think I'm losin'

Yeah niggaz try to provoke me

But I'm a tower god

So, there ain't no hope

Bitches like dope E

So, I resume, If they step

I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon

Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah

Control the states and make a Def America

My styles legit, peep the steez a bit

It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol

Word to the Preacher's Wife

I got the power to annoy ya

And keep them shiesty folks on point

I'm the butler, servin' MC's

Because I love to

N-O, quote, You're a Customer

[Redman]

I put you in your right mind and frame

I de-rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train

All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang

My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame

Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em

Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em

But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me

Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin'

Whether it be weed, dope or coke

My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes

Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown

Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round

Jump out a tree, land on your neck

From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your