Crossover Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Let's get up, let's get down 

Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound 

Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material 

So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental 

Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit) 

Control my career so I can never get stranded 

But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian 

Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and 

Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the station 

For a whole new relation 

Ship of a new type of scene 

To go platinum and clock mad green 

AKA, a sellout, the rap definition 

Get off that boy, change your mission 

Come back around the block 

Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock 

Let them know your logo, not a black thing 

My background sing, my background sing for the crossover 

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The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' their soul 

To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold 

(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD 

I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri 

Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls 

I know your head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows 

(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill 

Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill" 

Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip 

(Kid, you're gonna be large) 

Yea right, that's what the company kicks 

Forget the black crowds, you're wack now 

In a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul 

I speak for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw) 

I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next tour 

From the US to the white cliffs of Dover 

Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover 

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(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel 

You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diesel 

But you insist to piss me off black 

So I flex the biceps so I can push em back 

So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it 

And all sucker MCs duck down and get the message 

So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me 

(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me 

Another megablast funky dope style from cross yonder 

(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda) 

(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over 

Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya) 

What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout 

Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route 

Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line 

But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline 

Some say there's no business like show business 

But if this the truth, please explain why is this 

Rappers been around long, makin' mad noise you see 

Still I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably 

No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover 

I stick to underground, keep the crossover