Erick Sermon - Relentless Lyrics
[Phone ringing, recording indistinct][Erick Sermon]Yeah, all day yeah, uhTurn me up, uh-huh...it's seriousHeadphones turn me up{Recordings indistinct)This is somethin that you need to hearIt's cool and captureI feel like Blondie caught in the raptureRappers and those who try to offend meFrom false accusations they had heard from Wendy (Hello Erick)I'm in the game to playFor those cats on the sideline callin me gay, huntinDon't be the broads cause niggazMad cause I'm baggin chicks that look as bad as Jigga's (tell 'em)And make seven figures, a rap iconI'm the one kid in the biz to keep your eyes onMe, Superman, I fell from the windowIf I fly high, then why drive a benzoIn drive a 'lac, in drive a hummerIn drive is something brand-new this summer (tell 'em)The operator, I got your numberDon't act like I don't flow like water, call the plumber (uh-huh)Something tryna stop the E from gettin largeI feel like the Beastie Boys in SabotageIn all five boroughs, I pissed on treesI'm a dog (arroo), ask Rockwilder pleaseThere's some fake cats, they talk behind meA few A&R's sayin they won't sign me (uh-huh)Cause they see my face and think I'm doneMeanwhile, I'm the black Neo, yes the one (one)While they sign they brother or friend or they manThat's supposed to blow, he's a no-showAnd that's why the game is shutdownEvery major player that's in it, been changed around (tell 'em)But I'm still standin and got something to sayThe boy is still here like LL and DreI sat down with Russell and Def Jam teamI sat down with Suge and Jimmy IvineI sat down with Sylvia, sat down with TommySat down with Clive Davis and no favorsI got booked at darkAnd this might be my last huh-rahI'ma rock now until tomorrowSome ask about EPMD's prognosisBut it won't happen til P get focusedI won't be compared to Nas or JadaBut I'ma punish the game for it's foul behaviorAnd y'all got it backwardsThose ain't real MC's, those is actorsCast of Fear Factor (tell 'em)I agree with MissyNo creativity in the game no moreIt's the same old boreA few people in the biz know what's happeninThe fans don't know, they think I'm platinumCause they hear the record gettin played 4,000 times on every stationBut at the same time hate...disc jockeysIf I'm over, explain how I do itIn 2001 I shut it down with "Music" (hmmm)If I'm whack, why in 2002, yes it's true, I made cats react (uh-huh)Source might not quote this hereIt might not be nothin but I wrote this hereLike Eminem said, you wanna be Erick Sermon (that's the truth)But you a generic version (let's go)Aight y'all, enough talkWelcome to Chilltown, New York
