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Erick Sermon - Tell Em'
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
K. Murray
K. Murray
Composer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
Ricky M.L. Walters
Ricky M.L. Walters
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Rod "KP" Kirkpatrick
Rod "KP" Kirkpatrick
Producer
Mike Hogan
Mike Hogan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You abou' to come through right (Yeah, don't stress it) You about to come through (I got this check this out man) You ain't gonna front on me (I ain't gonna front on niggas man) Make sure man, I'm tellin' you right now (Check this out, what I'm about to do right now) You gonna kick it word up, ha Personal ggats I gots about 11 Without weapons I swing more bats than K7 Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without heaven Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin In this century I uphold the crown for bringin' flavor in ya ear Plus I'm gettin' down I maneuver techniques for species of all kinds The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect I come with the mothership and some other shit Yeah all the way live like a concert The most respected brother, puttin' in some work Yeah, if you got a crew you better tell 'em E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum Don't slip or you won't be around next year Well heres a little something that needs to be heard, slick rick Check the poetry in motion from this bom bazi smokin' Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses 'Cause I posses gifts thats wickeder than hexas That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC's like Queens And none of ya'll can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini Your style is strickly primi and I stomp with the big dogs Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to rush Limbaugh We stay, strapped, part of packed pistol posse I represent through mind soul and body In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks Now even cheap skates is peepin' my tape release date Word born, I'm comin' in like a swarm Then I'm gone before you can ring the alarm Yeah, if you got a crew you better tell 'em E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum Don't slip or you won't be around next year Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard, slick rick A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque In your head back chest arms and legs When I'm coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum Punk I faze them subterranium My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet That's a promise 'cause the squad don't make threats I'm a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics Above and beyond all that other bullshit Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin' Conceptive or consistent contestant My deviant deliverance be leavin' MC's in the state of malmet depressive (Word up) Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum You got a crew you better
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