Straight Loonie Keith Murray (Ft. Erick Sermon & Jamal)

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]
Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked
And bust some to keep me uplifted
It flows to my braincells like from smoke
I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'
I'm wild, psychosomatic
I got gats stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard
It's all in the mind when the E drops a rhyme
My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's
I drop flows through Customs
And get sniffed out like I stole somethin when I'm bustin
I'm Don of mic with this shit
I rock on to the breaker one-nine ya dig??
Erick Sermon got funk for days
For those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!
Can't get these nuts on the real
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel! (ARRRRRRRRGH!)
I still rock with My Adidas
With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggas packin heaters
So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop
On the E Double, check the sounds!
I rise my eyes burnt like cherry
Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry
I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye
Until next try