Crossover

[Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do [Verse 1 (Erick Sermon)] Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk The hardcore sound Let's get wit’ this, mackadocious funk material So simple, when I rock wit’ the instrumental Who am I? Control my career so I can never get stranded But the rest start gettin' Brand Nubian Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the station For a whole new relation- Ship of a new typе of scene To go platinum and Clock mad green A.k.a a sellout, thе rap definition Get off that boy, change your mission Come back around the block Pump color me bad to the ah, TikTok Let them know your logo, not a black thing My background sing, my background sing for the crossover [Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do The crossover Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do [Verse 2 (Parrish Smith)] The rap era's outta control, brothers sellin' their soul To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold To pop and R&B, not the MD I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls I know your head is bobbin' ‘cause the neck knows (Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill Trying to chill, saying "damn, it’d be great to sell a mill" That's when the mind switch to the pop tip Yeah right, that's what the company kicks Forget the black crowds, you're wack now In a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul I speak for the hardcore I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next tour From the US to the white cliffs of Dover Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover [Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do The crossover Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do [Verse 3 (Erick Sermon)] (So whatcha sayin’?) You wanna go pop goes the weasel? You know you should be rocking the fans wit’ something diesel But you insist to piss me off, black So I flex the biceps so I can push ‘em back So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it And all sucker MCs duck down and get the message So ban the crossover; yo, who's wit’ me? P, hit me [Verse 4 (Parrish Smith)] Another megablast funky dope style from cross yonder (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda) (From what?) the crossover, yeah, crossing you over Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya) What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout ‘cause you got gassed then took the wrong route Come on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline Some say, "There's no business like show business," But if that's the truth, please explain why is this Rap has been around long, makin' mad noise you see Still I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover I stick to underground, keep the crossover [Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do The crossover Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do