[Intro]
Em— Emceein'
Em— Emceein'
Em— Emceein'
Ow!
[Verse 1]
Part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest
Gettin' stupid, shootin' rhymes like arrows shot by Cupid (Word)
"Aw, you so crazy," is what somebody told me
You can't hold me, so why you actin' bold, G? (Word 'em up)
Come correct when you steppin', dude, don't get rude
Or I might blast you durin' my interlude (Word)
But for real, though, I'm doper than chronic
A million dollar man, but I'm not bionic
Erick Sermon, a name you know, so don't front kid
E.D., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig? (Yeah)
Goal is to get naughty by nature
And blow up like when girls blow up my SkyPager
Make loot by the stacks, so when I come back through my neighborhood
They see I'm doin' good (Word 'em up)
I got my hat to the back (Yeah), my hands down below (Word)
So act like you know (Yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you got it
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you got it
[Verse 2]
Part two, show the way I flip the funk lyric (Uh)
And get ghost (Word) with the magical form of spirit (Yeah)
I do my thing, I don't dare front or flake
I commence to earthquake, dominate (Yo) and cremate (Word up)
Abuse and use a funky form of dialect (Word)
When I mic check, I freak the ill concept like (Like huh?)
Skip to my Lou, my darling, I hear someone calling
Hey, Erick Sermon, yes, yes y'all-ing (Word 'em up)
I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
To the bus stop, and flashback to the wop
Now I got the vibe-ology (Yeah) in a funky way (Word 'em up)
Somethin' Paula Abdul would say (Word 'em up)
My style development should be arrested
Arrested Development, everyday people
From my heritage kickin' (Word), E's on a mission (Yeah)
It's a Black thing, kid, and not the blonde ambition (Yeah)
Mack-a-frama, fly mack-dose
Got props from North, South, East and the West Coast (Word 'em up)
Like Michael Jackson, boy (Yeah), just leave me alone
'Cause once again it's on (Word 'em up)
[Chorus]
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you got it
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you got it (Word)
[Verse 3]
One, two, as I speak upon the funk
Why is that when the mic lack, the people turn to junk?
Man, we can't have anything
Why can't we all just get along like my man Rodney King? (King)
I'm a young man doin' what I have to (Word)
Who asked you? Yeah, I'm doin' what I gotta do (Word 'em up, yo)
I'm guaranteed to have my own show like Arsenio
If I maintain to be a desperado (Well, well)
Stayin' wicked when I kick it through your speaker
You might think I'm a alien, but that's a corny re-word (Yeah, word 'em up)
Because my ways are strange and I like it
And got power like a psychic (Yeah)
I'm cool like that when I react with the rap (Yeah)
But if you ain't down with it, then get the bozack
[Chorus]
'Cause I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
'Cause I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you got it
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours
'Cause I'ma gets mine, you got it
[Outro]
Busta Rhymes is in the house (Word)
My man Jazz (Word) is in the house (Word)
My man Dave Gates (Word) is in the house... (Word)
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