Bomdigi Erick Sermon

[Intro]
I'll just sway...
This's the way it goes down
Def Squad
Nine-pound
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[Verse 1]
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
Brothers can't see me
Cuz my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi
(I'll be waiting
For your love, anticipating)
Brothers can't see me
(Hurry up and come)