[Hook]

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

[Verse 1 (Erick Sermon)]

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?

Control my career so I can never get stranded

But the rest start 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 typе of scene

To go platinum and

Clock mad green

A.k.a a sellout, thе rap definition

Get off that boy, change your mission

Come back around the block

Pump color me bad to the ah, TikTok

Let them know your logo, not a black thing

My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

[Hook]

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

The crossover

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

[Verse 2 (Parrish Smith)]

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

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

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' ‘cause the neck knows

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

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

That's when the mind switch to the pop tip

Yeah 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

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

[Hook]

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

The crossover

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

[Verse 3 (Erick Sermon)]

(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?

P, hit me

[Verse 4 (Parrish Smith)]

Another megablast funky dope style from cross yonder

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

(From what?) the crossover, yeah, 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 then took the wrong route

Come 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 that's the truth, please explain why is this

Rap has 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

[Hook]

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do

The crossover

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

I wanna do it for you, I do