Epmd - Hittin' Switches Lyrics
[shadz of lingo]Yeah, this is colorado from shadz of lingoKickin it with the funklord himself, e doubleHittin switches, and we bout to get stupidSo you know, yo e, check it[erick sermon]Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world {its on!}Mic check, here I go again, check me outBust the flavor {heyyyyyyyyy} you know my cloutRough and rugged -- funks the contact I hit you withTo make your head split, trip and do a backflipI swing it hardcore like an orangutangI bring it wicked, and freak the funk slangLike God damn, yea dude gnarly, *****in aI dont play-doh, my nickname aint clayIts the e double, mackaframa, bust the grammarMy style is sickening, like roseanne-ahPlus, Im funky like _atomic dog_Boy you cant see me, Im thicker than fog, soSave that drama, heres a floppy disk dont risk itBoo-yaa, thats my biscuit!On the mic, I cover every angleA square, tri-part to a rectangleI mean dat wit a passion, so be itWhen I rock the mic its worth seeinSo cop a squad and parlay *****With the e-r-i-c-k, while Im hittin switchesChorus: erick sermon (repeat 2x)Off and on, off and on, its on (4x)Hittin switches![erick sermon]Ah shit, its part two, its on with the funk soRing the alarm, ding! while I drop the bombOn the country, es gettin funky word to motherI smother, any emcee or so-called brotherWhy? I gets busy, who the hell is he?The roughneck from new york cityYou wanna mess around with the ill bastardThen get your ass kicked, messin with the clickDef squad, now on location, with the funky sensationYou wanna step you must be freebasinPunk, why you playin, you bored?You cant afford, to get choked by the mic cordI keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mysteryUmmmm, without agatha christie (there we go)You think you know _whats going on_Without marvin gaye around, cmon lets get downI spark your brain with all funk materialAnd gettin wicked, and let wilson pickettBefore I break, let me announce - get the bozackNow we all can bounce, as Im hittin switchesChorus[erick sermon](switch) back in effect mode, droppin loadsWatch me explode with the devil in me like crossroadsAnd ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speechMake the contact strong as bleachRock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-miteSo I can fly high like mike and just do itAnd get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steelIn case theres caps to peelIn the mix, when I flex the context, bewareLike when youre havin safe sexI continue to get brand new, one twoMy mic held tight, so I can recite the hypeAnd get busy, my name is erick sermonBack for the adventure, without pee-wee hermanFor those who dont know, dont act suspiciousWhile Im hittin switchesChorus
