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The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York

Has determined, that the sounds you`re about to hear

can be devestating, to your ear..



[Erick Sermon]

Yeah, uh-huh, huh, Long Island

Queens.. Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan

Staten.. Y.O., uhh



Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter

The Ving Rhames of rap, it`s guns or butter

I make things happen, rappin

The game don`t wanna act right, we kidnap it

(Get on the floor!) Rob it like Napster

There`s gonna be slow-singin and flower bringin so call the pastor

The Roger Moore of the rap game

He`s 007, I`m E-Double the veteran, the name

(Erick!) The way I do it is Mean Joe

Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet

On my CD, you won`t hear the same

It`s two special guests, and the rest is my name

You won`t hear the bling, or the champagne - nuttin

You won`t hear a nigga on the microphone frontin

And no love songs, I`m not serenadin

I`m just narratin the streets on my beats

I`m a New York nigga, and Strawberry`s home

That`s a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger

Go figure; ch-ch-check out, check out, check out "My Melody"

Bittin niggaz` style that`s a Jayo Felony

I`m a rap pioneer what you tellin me?

This ain`t hot in the street, so what you sellin me?

That`s a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke

You a fluke, got proof and that`s that



[Chorus: Erick Sermon]

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan (uh-huh)

Chilltown, my nigga what`s happenin?

"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..)

It was all good just a week ago

Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten

Chilltown, my nigga what`s happenin?

"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..)



[Erick Sermon]

Yeah, why didn`t you make your own music?

You thought Down South records`d do it - nope!

You`re you, and that`s them

Look in the mirror, that`s you, and that`s them - find yourself

If `Pac came back he`d be a mad muh`fucker

Now all y`all proceeds should be goin to his mother

{? get your money, your career was cute

But y`all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors

The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic

Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let`s fight!

Ding, there`s nuttin more to it

I`m takin back the city and that key you got to it - yep

I`m the first one to bounce Down South

A-T-L in ninety-two, I took that route - uh-huh

Real recognize real

Def Squad regime, the rap supreme, that`s my team, yeah



[Chorus]
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