Focus (1995)

[Intro]

Y'all better free your minds and wake up...

Yeah

Focus

Yeah... Yeah...

Check this here

[Verse 1]

Comin' through, comin' through, like taxi cabs in rush hour

From uptown to the Twin Towers

Makin' a statement, once again, with no replacement

Erick Sermon comin' from the basement

I leave you blown away like Jeff Bridges

Mind boggling, cuttin' through ya brain like a pair of scizzors

When you see me at a show, don't bother grabbin' this microphone

I'm terra-fabulous with out it, holmes

Spritually, I'm like the holy ghost

I bring joy, to the average girl and boy

Def Squad, we got more faith than dick-ruckers

I feel sorry for any crew out there tryin to fuck us

I blind MCs, like Ray Charles while I'm drinking Pepsi

Which will kill(?), so don't test me

The super supreme, mackadose, ya host

Erick Sermon, representin for my coast

[Hook: repeat 2X]

Just because you made a hit record

Don't make you a star in one year

Let's get things clear

[sampled voice] Free your minds! [4X]

[Verse 2]

I rock the mic, safe and sound, like DJ Quik

In the mix, without packin' a M6

Bein up on the scene, eyes are green, no bullshit

Niggas sayin' they pull shit, but won't pull dick

Fake hardcore MCs with fake hardcore crews one in the same

Practicin' brand new gun names

And new swing, they sound more street

They gain more peeps so they won't let the (?)

Only west coast was kickin' that shootin' cops

Fuck that bitch shit, now we all on they dick

I represent The Bridge is Over, Eric B. for President

Gettin' Raw, Rockin' Bells, and Raising Hell

I ain't knockin' those out there keepin' it real with the steel

Yall know the deal

But if you ain't shot nobody, don't claim to be a John Gotti

Remember the days of La-Di-Da-Di

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I been shootin' nine-mils, 45's since '89, Black

In the big payback (yeah)

I struck crazy jewels

I got robbed one time, yeah you sucka

But now the kid is gone, motha fucka

I had beef with one nigga after me and my group had broke up

At least from jail, and I woke up

So don't think I was a shook one, or scared

I laugh, I wanted to catch a charge for yo' black ass

I coulda commenced to beatin' you down in front of your bitch, but I didn't care

That year, I was a millionaire (yeah)

Don't try to play me, cause I got two million plaques on my walls

And you don't have the balls (yeah)

My squad is Def, and we don't hear nothin'

No time for frontin', tell me when you want somethin'

I jam like NBA, the E-R-I-C-K is the NUH!

Comin' with the HOOH!

[Hook]

[Talking]

Yeah, just because you made a hit record don't make you stars

Know what I'm sayin? Words up

[beat fades out]