Sermon is best known as one half of the late-1980s/1990s hip-hop group EPMD. He began recording solo albums for Def Jam in 1993.
In 1997, he rejoined EPMD. The following year, Sermon, Keith Murray and Redman recorded a cover version of "Rapper's Delight" by The Sugarhill Gang, the first hit hip-hop record. EPMD disbanded a second time in 1998. In 2000, Sermon moved over to J Records, and released the album Music the following year. The title track (a Top 40 pop hit that also made it to #2 on the R&B music charts), featured guest vocals from late soul music legend Marvin Gaye, culled from unreleased recordings which Sermon reportedly found in a small record shop in London. React was released in 2002.
In 2003, J Records dropped Erick Sermon due to poor record sales. However, he still went on to establish his Def Squad imprint with Motown Records. At this time, he recorded an album, Chilltown, N.Y., which was released a year later in 2004. The album was powered by the single "Feel It" (which contained a sample of Reggae/R&B Singer Sean Paul), a song which became a moderate success in the United States. In an interview, he stated that he was going to step aside and try to get upcoming artists in the spotlight.
However, Sermon hasn't stopped doing music altogether, as he has produced the song "Goldmine" on Busta Rhymes' album, The Big Bang in 2006. Very soon after, Sermon recorded "Don't Make No Sense" with Def Squad.
Sermon joined up again for a special EPMD worldwide tour in 2006, were he was being held company by Keith Murray among others.
Move On
Erick Sermon Lyrics
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(laughing) Yeah coming to you like yeah you know another one of those
flavorishis mackadoshis sour cream and onion type flavor.
[Redman: ]
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown
For black albino I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
[Hook:]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
"Rock, rock on" - Redman (x4)
[Erick Sermon:]
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
techs
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft
The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history
[Hook (X4) ]
[Passion:]
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a PHD in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream America
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
[Hook (x4) ]
[Outro:]
You know what I'm sayin'? Things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
what I'm sayin'? Ah, N-why-see streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. Doin'
this y'all feel this. I feel you.
The song Move On by Erick Sermon feat. Redman and Passion is a classic hip-hop track that showcases the lyrical abilities of three talented artists. Redman opens the song with his unique flow and boastful lyrics, comparing himself to the legendary Kurtis Blow and claiming to rule the world with his rhymes. He also uses clever wordplay, likening his vocals to vaginas that wet other MCs when they open. Erick Sermon takes over next, shutting down fake crews and delivering hard-hitting verses for the real heads. Passion brings a female voice to the track, asserting her expertise in "funkology" and warning that mainstream America is not ready for her skills.
Overall, the song is an ode to the power of hip-hop and the importance of moving on from the haters and doubters. The artists all demonstrate their confidence and skill, with clever wordplay, sharp metaphors, and a dedication to the art form. Despite some violent imagery and occasional misogyny, the song ultimately celebrates the triumph of true hip-hop, and encourages listeners to keep pushing forward.
Line by Line Meaning
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown
I am very powerful and take control of everything, just like Kurtis Blow with his iconic afro
I'm torn out the frame drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino
I'm so drunk that I can barely stand, similar to how Ned the Wino looks like when he's walking around
For black albino I'm like suicide on vinyl
My rhymes are so dangerous that they should come with a warning label, just like suicide prevention for black albinos
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
My lyrics are so addictive that I need to stay away from them or I'll get lost in them
And I'm the bombest rhymer, check my steez
I am a very skilled rapper, with my unique style and flow
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC's when they open
My lyrics can turn on other rappers just like how vaginas can become wet when they are stimulated
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
When I switch up my style I confuse and destroy other rappers who try to test my abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
I am tough, and have a powerful gun with me
So ring thee alarm when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs
I am very passionate about music, and when I hear it I react strongly to it
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
When females see me rap, they become so excited they feel like their bones are breaking
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
I am so powerful that I could destroy entire states just by looking at them, similar to how Asian people are stereotyped as having small, chinky eyes
Just by eye contact
I don't even have to do anything but look at something and I can destroy it
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
I have the power to shut things down and make them stop
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
I am willing to pay the price to expose and get rid of fake rap groups
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop
I want to put an end to rappers who claim they're the best when they're not
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
Other rappers use gimmicks and fake personas to make themselves look better
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
I am overpowering and destroying my competition
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
My rhymes are so powerful that they can even affect women's bodies
I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black techs
I have a great effect on people like car wrecks, and my rhymes are so fast and powerful that they are like two machine guns
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask
I'm on fire and going crazy, just like the character Mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft
I'm tough and I'm not afraid to show it, similar to the character Shaft
The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
I bring the coolest and most unique style to rap that's out of this world
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
My rap style is like strong whiskey, and it's not meant for weak people
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some cleats
I rap in the streets, and if my competition can't keep up they need to get better shoes
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history
I gave someone a pass once, but now they're in big trouble
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
My music can completely take over your mind and cause it to break
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
My rhymes are so hot and intense that they feel like a volcanic eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
I have no fear or pressure when I'm rapping, and it's causing other rappers to have a hard time keeping up
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
Other rappers try to give me advice, but they're just annoying me and wasting my time
I got a PHD in funkology
I am a master of funk music and have a PHD in that area
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
Other rappers are only skilled in theatrics and performance, but not true rap skills
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
Other talented rappers are making their way up and are causing a lot of tension
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
I'm fed up with other rappers and they need to watch out
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream America
You need to stay away from me, as I have no love for mainstream America or their values
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
People are not prepared for how good I am at rapping
Niggas be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits
Other rappers are jealous and can't handle the success of the Squad of Def
And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it, tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
My music is so powerful it can cause physical changes in your body and allow you to heal
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ERICK S. SERMON, PASSION J. JOHNSON, REGGIE NOBLE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Benoit.P
27 ans après, pas pris une ride les frérots de la Def Squad ! classic album. 5 étoiles bien pesé ! *** 🖖
Keith Witcher
Erick Sermon of EPMD and Redman Move On song is a classic. Erick Sermon Double Or Nothing album is a classic. I like the album pictures. I like Erick Sermon.
Rey Deuce4343
CLASSICAL
joseph moorer
Yeah, Redman, Erick Sermon, Keith Murray G.O.A.T
Novi Soprano
Redman so damn raw it don’t make know damn sense.
Biz Denardo
2020