Open Fire Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Open Fire Lyrics

    Whoop whoop(8x)

    [redman]
    Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation
    Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
    Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
    Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
    No one's betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
    I phase you wit my nasal style i'm able
    To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
    Now who's on the deal i'll make you feel the real
    I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
    Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, i must've been worn
    Wit ten of my dusted friends i, i get up in you like keith murray
    Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
    Make competition leave early smokin the lala
    Blazay blah come through your block and open fire

    (redman's in the area
    Keith murray's in the area
    Erick sermon's in the area)

    [erick sermon]
    You best believe
    Is this mic on word up
    I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
    The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
    Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
    Where ther's a drum there's a beat
    And where there's guns there's the streets
    This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
    From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
    Its the same reason why i threw away my skypager
    Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
    Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
    Y'all come out the hype description of this
    One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
    No one invited me so i crashed and brung the vibe
    And broke it out like a rash, who?
    So who do i be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e
    Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
    Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!
    Mc's you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier

    [keith murray]
    Aaahhhhhh!
    Word is bond i collect your con getcha gone like a moron
    I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
    My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
    And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
    Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
    In the words i be using when i be rhymin
    Now you can change your whole word back and forth
    And bring the roughest rapper and i bet you blood he'd cough
    My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
    Ever since i commenced to subject you to my bullshit
    I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
    And god forbid i outrageous people see the l.o.d.
    I love beatin you in the head with this
    Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
    Way nicer than the force intended
    The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
    Def squad

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