Let me clear my throat Hey, hey, hey Kick it over here baby pop One, two Feel the beat, mmm drop Look, some of y'all had chance to witness Every year I appeared on top hitlist I produced, half the rap world A third of R and B, no help just me, yo Just me on the rhyme, just me on the beat Just me in the lab, just me in the street Most knew it, my accolades stacked high Appalachian, mountain placin' them Top ten, I'm rap's elite, so street If you can't recite the realness, don't speak, yo My sound help cats through bids Half the industry rhymes on somethin' I did I target, one market Underground shit to start arguments about who's dope Hip-hop kids, like crackheads They fiend for this, like he's a genius No I'm God sent Yes I'm one of God's children, yo Erick, I'm blessed with a gift, yeah I walk this way Run D M C, Style and Jay You see, I trust I'm God sent Yes I'm one of God's children, yo Erick, I'm blessed with a gift, yeah I walk this way Run D M C, Style and Jay You see, I trust I'm God sent Yeah, I'm on a 15 year spread Retire from the game when I'm dead For now I'm livin', I'm a keep givin' This Boogie Down Production for Scott La Rock Peace, to Biggie, Pun, Big L and 'Pac Freaky Tah, Eazy-E, and the rest that dropped, drop For those who wonderin', it's no other Five times on The Source, I graced the cover So save your opinion, you wanna hear that old "You're a Customer" type flow, when I rhyme slow That was 15 years ago, if you wanna hear that Then buy that tape, and hear that flow, yo Jah said somethin' like you have to grow Can't stagnate the flow, 'cause you said so I walk this way, 'cause I've paid dues I'm a giant, and you need platform shoes Talk to me Yes I'm one of God's children, yo Erick, I'm blessed with a gift, yeah I walk this way Run D M C, Style and Jay You see, I trust I'm God sent Yes I'm one of God's children, yo Erick, I'm blessed with a gift, yeah I walk this way Run D M C, Style and Jay You see, I trust I'm God sent Okay last bomb, so I'm a let this go Been fresh since Doug and Ricky did "The Show", yo And you act like E's not able You ain't said nuttin', put the cash on the table I'm from the era of battle, L L, Moe Dee Who held the mic when you held the rattle But you frontin' like E's not happenin' Like Run told me, "I'm the reason why you rappin'" Feel my spirit, so powerful that the dead can hear it I'm raw, I got the wrath of Kane Look in the mirror it's the man Not the one that Michael Jackson was searchin' It's me Erick Sermon Rest in peace to Jam Master Jay
