Now Whut’s Up Erick Sermon (Ft. Def Squad, Keith Murray, Redman & Sy Scott)

[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets master of the breaks and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways
And topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh)
Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"
Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin
The products of the streets don't be playin
It's a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush
When I push push up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats the baddest
Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness

[Hook: Erick Sermon]
Yo, we in the place - now what's up?
DJ pick up the pace - now what's up?
Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up?
What the deal, huh - now what's up?

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more, there's somethin new in store
A +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_
New technique to rock the mic, uh
Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright
Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh
When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle
So let's be sensible
E tempermental, quick to dismember you
Wyclef that "November" you
They wish they can do (uh) what I can do
If you could switch brains you would, wouldn't you?
My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin
Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin
MC's at will I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin me
A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me