Erick Sermon - K.I.M. lyrics

[Redman] Nah nah, check this out, yo I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split The Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits Repetoire long-faced murderer's the sh** Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire You chose the right man to get the plan executed I get the situation happening before you shoot it Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what? The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop Corks I pop New York with a dot til import The art then the craft, will split you in half I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft While you push a S-Cla** I'm riding on a giraffe Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it Shut your windows and lock your doors who*es scream louder than Barrymore when I pour And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon [Hook] K.I.M Keep It Movin' [Erick Sermon] John Blaze, I keep y'all n***as rockin for days Boriquas, to eses, around the ways My own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin A five year span turned nuttin into somethin And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be Feelin ya, behind your back they straight k**in ya (Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherf**er High on Friday with Chris Tucker I be a Headbanger to my very last breath Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm So So Def K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis I transform like Spawn, takes no time For me to get on, to the break of dawn, word Chorus [Parrish Smith] PMD, the Purple Heart admiral Blow your spot and left shrapnel Then escaped in the Benz capsule Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple Southpaw, raw since I was a Soph*more Before I met Jane in the corridor The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur With more action than Roger Moore Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four Spray Windex on your gla** jaw Shatter it, f**in with P, is hazardous Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic Smash you ba*tards on some crab sh** EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm Chorus [Keith Murray] Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder Lyrical an*lyst mental roller coaster flower Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality And kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality Finally, every dimension know Keith Y'all egotistical simple-minded n***as is pitiful and weak I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin Barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter Here comes the lyrical brain melter I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson My sh** knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it Man I feel for my opponents Chorus (to end)