Erick Sermon, Redman - God Sent lyrics
[Erick Sermon, Redman - God Sent lyrics]
Let me clear my throat!
Scratched: "hey hey hey"
Kick it over here baby
Pop! scratched: "one two"
Feel the beat mmm DRRRRROP!
Look, some of y'all had chance to witness
Every year I appeared on top hitlist
I produced, half the rap world
A third of R&B, no help just me (YO)
Just me on the rhyme, just me on the beat
Just me in the lab, just me in the street
Most knew it, my accolades stacked high
Appalachian, Mountain placin them
Top ten, I'm rap's elite, so street
If you can't recite the realness, don't speak
(YO) my sound help cats through bids
Half the industry rhymes on somethin I did
I target, one market
Underground shit to start arguments
About who's dope
Hip-Hop kids, like crackheads
They fiend for this, like he's a genius
No I'm God sent
Yes I'm one of God's children
Erick, I'm blessed with a gift, yeah
I "Walk This Way" run-DMC style and Jay
You see like trust I'm God sent
Yeah, I'm on a 15 year spread
Retire from the game when I'm dead
For now I'm livin, I'mma keep givin
This Boogie Down Production for Scott LaRock
Peace, to Biggie, Pun, Big L and 'Pac
Freaky Tah, Eazy-E, and the rest that dropped
Redman: "DRRRRROP!"
For those who wonderin, it's no other
Five times on The Source, I graced the cover
So save your opinion, you wanna hear that old
"You're a Customer" type flow
When I rhyme slow that was 15 years ago -
If you wanna hear that
Then buy that tape, and hear that flow (YO)
Jah said somethin like you have to grow
Can't stagnate the flow, cause you said so
I walk this way, cause I've paid dues
I'm a giant, and you need platform shoes
Talk to me
Okay last bomb, so I'mma let this go
Been fresh since Doug and
Ricky did "The Show" (YO)
And you act like E's not able
You ain't said nuttin
Put the cash on the table
I'm from the era of battle, LL, Moe Dee
Who held the mic when you held the rattle
But, you frontin like E's not happenin
Like Run told me
"I'm the reason why you rappin"
Feel my spirit
So powerful that the dead can hear it
I'm Raw, got the wrath of Kane
Look in the mirror it's the man
Not the one that Michael Jackson was searchin
It's me Erick Sermon
Rest in peace to Jam Master Jay
Scratched: "hey hey hey"
Kick it over here baby
Pop! scratched: "one two"
Feel the beat mmm DRRRRROP!
Look, some of y'all had chance to witness
Every year I appeared on top hitlist
I produced, half the rap world
A third of R&B, no help just me (YO)
Just me on the rhyme, just me on the beat
Just me in the lab, just me in the street
Most knew it, my accolades stacked high
Appalachian, Mountain placin them
Top ten, I'm rap's elite, so street
If you can't recite the realness, don't speak
(YO) my sound help cats through bids
Half the industry rhymes on somethin I did
I target, one market
Underground shit to start arguments
About who's dope
Hip-Hop kids, like crackheads
They fiend for this, like he's a genius
No I'm God sent
Yes I'm one of God's children
Erick, I'm blessed with a gift, yeah
I "Walk This Way" run-DMC style and Jay
You see like trust I'm God sent
Yeah, I'm on a 15 year spread
Retire from the game when I'm dead
For now I'm livin, I'mma keep givin
This Boogie Down Production for Scott LaRock
Peace, to Biggie, Pun, Big L and 'Pac
Freaky Tah, Eazy-E, and the rest that dropped
Redman: "DRRRRROP!"
For those who wonderin, it's no other
Five times on The Source, I graced the cover
So save your opinion, you wanna hear that old
"You're a Customer" type flow
When I rhyme slow that was 15 years ago -
If you wanna hear that
Then buy that tape, and hear that flow (YO)
Jah said somethin like you have to grow
Can't stagnate the flow, cause you said so
I walk this way, cause I've paid dues
I'm a giant, and you need platform shoes
Talk to me
Okay last bomb, so I'mma let this go
Been fresh since Doug and
Ricky did "The Show" (YO)
And you act like E's not able
You ain't said nuttin
Put the cash on the table
I'm from the era of battle, LL, Moe Dee
Who held the mic when you held the rattle
But, you frontin like E's not happenin
Like Run told me
"I'm the reason why you rappin"
Feel my spirit
So powerful that the dead can hear it
I'm Raw, got the wrath of Kane
Look in the mirror it's the man
Not the one that Michael Jackson was searchin
It's me Erick Sermon
Rest in peace to Jam Master Jay