Open Fire Lyrics - Erick Sermon

featuring Keith Murray Redman 

Whoop Whoop(8x) 

[Redman] 

Funky dilemmas destroy mc's by process of elimanation 

Ghetto linger breaks your inner mind body 

Got me sold like Hurachis funk tracks up the ass 

make peace wit knock knees the funk dwella in your cella 

no one's betta pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner 

I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able 

To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable 

Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real 

I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill 

Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn 

Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray 

Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry 

Make competition leave early smokin the lala 

Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire 

(Redman's in the area 

Keith Murray's in the area 

Erick Sermon's in the area) 

[Erick Sermon] 

You best believe 

Is this mic on word up 

I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars 

The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat 

Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot 

Where ther's a drum there's a beat 

And where there's guns there's the streets 

This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees 

From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava 

Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager 

Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates 

Wit fly intricate flows by the lows 

y'all come out the hype description of this 

One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list 

No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe 

And broke it out like a rash, who? 

So who do I be? The E, the D-O-you-be the L, to the E 

Get your blunt leafs and fire it up 

Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo! 

MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier 

[Keith Murray] 

AAAhhhhhh! 

Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron 

I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions 

My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry 

And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap 

Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined 

In the words I be using when I be rhymin 

Now you can change your whole word back and forth 

And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough 

My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence 

Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit 

I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery 

And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D. 

I love beatin you in the head with this 

Make you want to run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist 

Way nicer than the force intended 

The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember 

Def Squad