Erick Sermon is an American rapper and producer. He also goes by the names … Read Full Bio ↴Erick Sermon is an American rapper and producer. He also goes by the names "E-Double" and "The Green Eyed Bandit".
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.
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.
Payback 2
Erick Sermon Lyrics
Word 'em up (word 'em up)
Got the E Double, right there
Jmj combined with Grand Royal
Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
Word 'em up, yo (here we go, Joe Sinistr representin' from the joint)
Yo, yo, I pause for the cause
I seen niggas heads busted, someone pass the gauze
This rhyme may affect the skull to a point
And crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint
There I go and now it's Showtime without KiKi Shepherd
Now the bitch feels neglected
Check the memo, remember you listened to my demo?
Yeah, the one about the fuckin limo?
Rewind because I'm pushed for time right now
What? Where? When? And how?
My sound's out there like Moscow
I hear nothin' but the music, raw fusion
No mass confusion or illusion
Blink blink, blink so what you sayin'? I'm not playin'
Hey, man, yo, I caught you playin'
So don't be conspicuous 'cause you can't get with this
Hardcore scientifical, far from typical
My rap style, is dy-no-mite
It make you want to be like the E Double, and not like Mike
Yo, bust my acoustics, spling
Enraged, when I rock the mic I feel strange
Now back to our program, fuck Batman, bang, bang
Sound from the gat-man
Let me quit it 'cause I feel I have shitted
And got mad niggas with it (mh)
Joe Sinistr follows
So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow
It's the second payback, payback part two
Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part two
Uh-huh, yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part two
Uh-huh, yeah, it's the second payback, payback part two
It's part two, uh
And while niggas still arrested virgins, I rips it ill
As Erick Sermon's, we's the ones usin' the method slurrin'
So Joe Sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
My six will fix another one greedy
For real, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
And we'll catch clown with they pants down real low
The screwball better work a RuPaul and switch fast
Or we'll be in the cornfield, killin' your bitch-ass
And Timb's roam through bad, bad odor but it is home
Wild flex and more sex than Mad Cobra (word up)
So take it easy just a mastercraft, mine's the cheesiest (mine)
And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than CBS
I make the Funk Doobie turn to a process
I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he
I still get doughs, takin off bitches Girbauds
And lamp with Erick, a champ merit 'cause I flip foes (woo)
See these screws loose, I repeat, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
But stop there goes the third time with the cockraoch
And I get more flows than Vic Tayback
So kids, here come the second big payback
It's the second payback, the payback part two (uh)
It's the second payback, the payback part two
I return burning rubber, the black African brother
Low key so call me undercover (mh-mh)
The funkster from the boonies
I love Muhammad Ali, so fuck Gerry Cooney (uh-huh)
Oops, can't forget, under a groove from One Nation
Ah, crowd participation (tell 'em)
Shit, I'm so upset, I feel like snappin' niggas neck
But I'ma chill and let Joe get wreck, check
My scripts, let see, puts Pepsi's on diets, uh-huh
Let the Funk dawg that's how come, lord, they piss on hydrants
And howl at half-moons and white owls and mad tunes
Live quite fowl, leavin' Lifestyles in bitches bathrooms
I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird
My style is more feared than Black Planets (write 'em up)
And I fuck your shit, suck my dick for explicit
I let clips with your name pay rent in your brain
And I gets wicked, wick-wick-wicked
And keeps a full clip in case the bullets get evicted
And now to twirl up the fat nigga, seek psychiatric
I devour worlds and Galactus (word up)
I gets mean troop, grabbin' Christine around the block
At sixteen, spittin' the green pea soup
And cock nines, when niggas got slime
The only men puffin' Nick Nick Nick's with the 'Lodeon
It's Joe no disco, the funk mist flow
Make a mess like Aunt Tess when she leaped off the sixth flo'
So straighten it out if your knock-kneed
'Fore they draw chalk around the body
Got the E Double, right there
Jmj combined with Grand Royal
Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
Word 'em up, yo (here we go, Joe Sinistr representin' from the joint)
Yo, yo, I pause for the cause
I seen niggas heads busted, someone pass the gauze
This rhyme may affect the skull to a point
And crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint
Now the bitch feels neglected
Check the memo, remember you listened to my demo?
Yeah, the one about the fuckin limo?
Rewind because I'm pushed for time right now
What? Where? When? And how?
My sound's out there like Moscow
I hear nothin' but the music, raw fusion
No mass confusion or illusion
Blink blink, blink so what you sayin'? I'm not playin'
Hey, man, yo, I caught you playin'
So don't be conspicuous 'cause you can't get with this
Hardcore scientifical, far from typical
My rap style, is dy-no-mite
It make you want to be like the E Double, and not like Mike
Yo, bust my acoustics, spling
Enraged, when I rock the mic I feel strange
Now back to our program, fuck Batman, bang, bang
Sound from the gat-man
Let me quit it 'cause I feel I have shitted
And got mad niggas with it (mh)
Joe Sinistr follows
So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow
It's the second payback, payback part two
Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part two
Uh-huh, yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part two
Uh-huh, yeah, it's the second payback, payback part two
It's part two, uh
And while niggas still arrested virgins, I rips it ill
As Erick Sermon's, we's the ones usin' the method slurrin'
So Joe Sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
My six will fix another one greedy
For real, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
And we'll catch clown with they pants down real low
The screwball better work a RuPaul and switch fast
Or we'll be in the cornfield, killin' your bitch-ass
And Timb's roam through bad, bad odor but it is home
Wild flex and more sex than Mad Cobra (word up)
So take it easy just a mastercraft, mine's the cheesiest (mine)
And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than CBS
I make the Funk Doobie turn to a process
I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he
I still get doughs, takin off bitches Girbauds
And lamp with Erick, a champ merit 'cause I flip foes (woo)
See these screws loose, I repeat, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
But stop there goes the third time with the cockraoch
And I get more flows than Vic Tayback
So kids, here come the second big payback
It's the second payback, the payback part two (uh)
It's the second payback, the payback part two
I return burning rubber, the black African brother
Low key so call me undercover (mh-mh)
The funkster from the boonies
I love Muhammad Ali, so fuck Gerry Cooney (uh-huh)
Oops, can't forget, under a groove from One Nation
Ah, crowd participation (tell 'em)
Shit, I'm so upset, I feel like snappin' niggas neck
But I'ma chill and let Joe get wreck, check
My scripts, let see, puts Pepsi's on diets, uh-huh
Let the Funk dawg that's how come, lord, they piss on hydrants
And howl at half-moons and white owls and mad tunes
Live quite fowl, leavin' Lifestyles in bitches bathrooms
I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird
My style is more feared than Black Planets (write 'em up)
And I fuck your shit, suck my dick for explicit
I let clips with your name pay rent in your brain
And I gets wicked, wick-wick-wicked
And keeps a full clip in case the bullets get evicted
And now to twirl up the fat nigga, seek psychiatric
I devour worlds and Galactus (word up)
I gets mean troop, grabbin' Christine around the block
At sixteen, spittin' the green pea soup
And cock nines, when niggas got slime
The only men puffin' Nick Nick Nick's with the 'Lodeon
It's Joe no disco, the funk mist flow
Make a mess like Aunt Tess when she leaped off the sixth flo'
So straighten it out if your knock-kneed
'Fore they draw chalk around the body
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Erick S. Sermon, Joe Synystr
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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