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.
Whateva Man
Erick Sermon Lyrics
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Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down, man? (Yo, whatever, man)
Ayy, you ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)
You, you sayin' somethin'? (Whatever, man)
Ayo (whatever, man)
(I can feel it) Check it, Kool V
I keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin'
Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (so what you mean, nigga?)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks from girls who be freaks
Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger
Yo, give me dap, nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky-eyed I see people wavin' on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn, nigga, you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)
I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)
Yo, you ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of 'em wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
PPP the kind of niggas that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down, man? (Yo, whatever, man)
Ayy, you ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)
You, you sayin' somethin'? (Whatever, man)
Ayo (whatever, man)
(I can feel it) Check it, Kool V
I keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin'
Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (so what you mean, nigga?)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks from girls who be freaks
Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger
Yo, give me dap, nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky-eyed I see people wavin' on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn, nigga, you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)
I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)
Yo, you ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of 'em wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
PPP the kind of niggas that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
The lyrics to Erick Sermon's song Whateva Man are quite straightforward and easy to understand. It's a song that promotes living life to the fullest, not caring about what people think and doing whatever one desires. The phrase "Whatever, man" is used throughout the song to emphasize the carefree attitude that Sermon and his crew possess. This nonchalant lifestyle is also reflected in their use of drugs and alcohol, as they are unapologetic about their indulgences. The lyrics also showcase Sermon's ability to rap with clever wordplay and his eagerness to collaborate with other artists in the industry.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Colin Wolfe, Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Eric Sermon, Reggie Noble
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Microphone check one two
Aye yo, you ready to get down man?
Yo, whateva' man
You ready to get drunk as fuck?
Whateva' man
You, you saying something?
Whateva man
Aye yo
Whateva man
Check it, Kool V
(I keeps it banging, keep it swanging
Mike type of sanging)
Oh-la-la-la!
(So what cha saying)
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm smoking herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aye yo, can I be S.W.V.?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rolling with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people waving on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal Starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily getting blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spitting
So why you holding the blunt so long politicking
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycering
I keep it live no jive rolling Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches acting dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not, while we toke on this
[Chorus]
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
Whateva man
You ready to knock this nigga out?
Whateva man
Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
Whateva man
You ready to start this shit off?
Whateva man
[Verse 2]
I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduating and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wrecking mics and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hitting unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
You ready to roll this weed up?
Whateva man
You ready to rob this nigga?
Whateva man
You ready to fuck bitch?
Whateva man
You ready to guzzle this liquor?
Whateva man
[Outro]
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Nathi Tshabalala
As a 40 year old I'm listening to this album with my son. I just want him to appreciate the music. One of the all time great albums.
Karon Barwick
One of my favorite Redman hits
Vincent Gibson
His single best bruh
Gino the Nose
@Vincent Gibson whatever man
Cheka
This shit should have a million views. Fuckin fire.
Limits98
Lyrics
[Intro]
Microphone check one two
Aye yo, you ready to get down man?
Yo, whateva' man
You ready to get drunk as fuck?
Whateva' man
You, you saying something?
Whateva man
Aye yo
Whateva man
Check it, Kool V
(I keeps it banging, keep it swanging
Mike type of sanging)
Oh-la-la-la!
(So what cha saying)
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm smoking herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aye yo, can I be S.W.V.?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rolling with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people waving on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal Starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily getting blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spitting
So why you holding the blunt so long politicking
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycering
I keep it live no jive rolling Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches acting dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not, while we toke on this
[Chorus]
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
Whateva man
You ready to knock this nigga out?
Whateva man
Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
Whateva man
You ready to start this shit off?
Whateva man
[Verse 2]
I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduating and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wrecking mics and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hitting unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
You ready to roll this weed up?
Whateva man
You ready to rob this nigga?
Whateva man
You ready to fuck bitch?
Whateva man
You ready to guzzle this liquor?
Whateva man
[Outro]
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Kelvin Laster
I knew red man had it!!!! I’ve beeen searching for this exact cosmic universal 5d lyrical assassin since I first ever seen this man back in o2!
oskee305
i remember skipping school, going to the weed spot bumping this tape a kid.
Eric Coney
classic
Mmmm Colbert
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