Hittin' Switches Lyrics - Epmd

[shadz of lingo] 

Yeah, this is colorado from shadz of lingo 

Kickin it with the funklord himself, e double 

Hittin' switches, and we bout to get stupid 

So you know, yo e, check it 

[erick sermon] 

Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world {"it's on!"} 

Mic check, here I go again, check me out 

Bust the flavor {"heyyyyyyyyy"} you know my clout 

Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact I hit you with 

To make your head split, trip and do a backflip 

I swing it hardcore like an orangutang 

I bring it wicked, and freak the funk slang 

Like God damn, yea dude gnarly, fuckin a 

I don't play-doh, my nickname ain't clay 

It's the e double, mackaframa, bust the grammar 

My style is sickening, like roseanne-ah 

Plus, I'm funky like _atomic dog_ 

Boy you can't see me, I'm thicker than fog, so 

Save that drama, here's a floppy disk don't risk it 

Boo-yaa, that's my biscuit! 

On the mic, I cover every angle 

A square, tri-part to a rectangle 

I mean dat wit a passion, so be it 

When I rock the mic it's worth seein 

So cop a squad and parlay bitch 

With the e-r-i-c-k, while I'm hittin' switches 

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Chorus: erick sermon (repeat 2x) 

Off and on, off and on, it's on (4x) 

Hittin' switches! 

[erick sermon] 

Ah shit, it's part two, it's on with the funk so 

Ring the alarm, ding! while I drop the bomb 

On the country, e's gettin funky word to mother 

I smother, any emcee or so-called brother 

Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he? 

The roughneck from new york city 

You wanna mess around with the ill bastard 

Then get your ass kicked, messin with the click 

Def squad, now on location, with the funky sensation 

You wanna step you must be freebasin 

Punk, why you playin, you bored? 

You can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord 

I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery 

Ummmm, without agatha christie (there we go) 

You think you know _what's going on_ 

Without marvin gaye around, c'mon let's get down 

I spark your brain with all funk material 

And gettin wicked, and let wilson pickett 

Before I break, let me announce - get the bozack 

Now we all can bounce, as I'm hittin' switches 

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Chorus 

[erick sermon] 

(switch) back in effect mode, droppin loads 

Watch me explode with the devil in me like crossroads 

And ding-a-ling-a-ling with the guitar, freak the funk speech 

Make the contact strong as bleach 

Rock the mic make the vibes right, and plus dy-no-mite 

So I can fly high like mike and "just do it" 

And get freaky-deaky on the real, grab the steel 

In case there's caps to peel 

In the mix, when I flex the context, beware 

Like when you're havin safe sex 

I continue to get brand new, one two 

My mic held tight, so I can recite the hype 

And get busy, my name is erick sermon 

Back for the adventure, without pee-wee herman 

For those who don't know, don't act suspicious 

While I'm hittin' switches 

Chorus