Bomdigi - Erick Sermon

Intro: 

I'll just sway... 
This's the way it goes down 
Def Squad 
Nine pound 
Check this here 

Verse One: 

The E gets wicked  no need for the biscuit 
The green eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked 
I sets the party off just like Tanqueray 
The Funk Lord  nobody else could swing this way 
I put the loc to the motion  drop the funk coast to coast and 
I Buck like Shot  cuz I know I Got Cha Opin 
Check the soup, I Dogg the mic like Snoop 
I get swift like H-Town, when I Knock Da Boots (daaat's right) 
I'm dynamite with this mic 
I Show like Doug E. and I rock the mic lovely 
The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy 
to your city, on the Zapp side with the vibe 
I'm Stone Cold like Bobby and Ralph T 
I come with the Game of Death, without Bruce Lee 
The irregular speakin, for those MC's who be tweakin 
Catch me at the Beacon just freakin 

Chorus: 

Brothers can't see me  
Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2X 
... 
Brothers can't see me 

Verse Two: 

It goes one for the trouble, two for the show 
Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like The Most Beautiful 
I'm the mack, I made Goldy turn chrome 
When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah) 
I goes down for y'all in broad daylight 
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych 
Today is a Green Day, so it's blazin 
to specify it, I get big-up from Jamaicans 
Hey, the E-R-I-C-K gets down for the public 
More doper than Janet Jackson's stomach 
Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer? 
I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm Luther 
My sty