My music is soothing but it's also been proven That it can put you in the mood to jump out your car while it's moving You been waiting on this moment, my sermon is like a omen I'm serving, I'm Erick Sermon, I saw the window was open and I jumped through it My shit if you don't get pumped to it I quit, here's my rhyme book, go ahead and thumb through it And pick what you want from it, rummage and find something You can use to jump someone and roll up bumping I'm constantly copping over you, squatting, shit has gotten To the point where I ain't even writing no more, I'm just jotting This is chicken scratch, shit is sickening, I've been kicking ass Off bullshit throwaway rhymes, pick a batch I live for the love of rap, you crazy I've made beats for Jay-Z for free Page me, you need a beat, you Canibus? Then it's Dre's fee, if you Kay Slay, the fees waved I stay beefing with JD, 'til the day Dre 2-ways me That it's okay to stop blazing him Oops! I put it out, I apologize now It's too late G, it's on tape and the tape leaked Say What You Say, motherfucka Drama King, Kay Slay, motherfucka We dictate these mixtapes motherfucka Xzibit, blaze this little gay midget cocksucker