[Intro]

Let's take it to the stage, sucker

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]

It's the E and I'm smokin', wild like Tone Loc

I'm roastin', bakin' MCs, the E, I'm not jokin'

So back up, punk, slack up

Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up

One by one, two by two, three by three

Yo, P (What's up, E.D.?)

Pass the Uzis to blow up any wack MC that show up

There goes one, blast him now (E, hold up)

Don't make me wait

Because it might be too late, the punk might escape

And buck wild, and in fact, bite my style

And I'ma catch a bullshit charge plus trial

It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring

A duck MC that can't hang

Don't forget, I'm crazy swift

My name is Erick Sermon (Yeah, and I'm Parrish Smith)

I could act foolish, start blastin'

Haha, haha, now who's laughin'?

I'ma let you slide, but you owe me

Next time you see me (Holla like ya know me)

I'm mad

[Chorus]

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got, got to tell

I'm mad

[Verse 2: Parrish Smith]

My life story I tell straight from the heart

When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start

A young black kid destined for success

No Olde Gold, no cocaine, or buddha sess

Straight-up hard work, no sleep and no shorts

Brainstormin' with the skills that pop duke taught

To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit

Now I ride the Benz, you ride the dick

With your punk friends, straight up pussy from punk city

That's why my attitude's fucked up and real shitty

From the backstabbers, yeah, my so-called friends

Who swim in my pool, when it's time flex the Benz

Around town, windows down as the sound pounds

Cool J tape or K-Solo's "Spellbound"

With fly girlies tippin', brothers grippin' and sippin'

Olde Gold, Red Bull, hands on my dick and

I'm just lampin' with my EK shades

Truck jewels, obviously the man's paid

But of course not, brother can't get his props

Like for instance, when I cruise up the block

In my 560, lampin' on my Metro phone

Chrome kit beamin' all off your dome

And like a sucker, yeah, you looked the other way

That's when I know you're on my dick, kid, but it's okay

It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted

Caught in the rap skit and couldn't be trusted

'Cause my sounds pound from here to Okinaw-y

Peace, and I'm Audi

[Chorus]

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell, got, got to tell

I'm mad

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]

Stay tuned to this last episode

When I rock the house and the mic explode

This is not the buckwild style that I be usin'

In fact, black, it causes (Mass confusion)

It's a fallout when sucker MCs and crowds call out

My name, oh, what a shame I got (Fame)

[Verse 4: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon]

I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact

I'm like Clint Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack

In my flow gun, so son, you better run

'Cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none

We move wax like kilos

And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode

Watch the right hook, duck the death blow, jack

I wonder where the E and the P's at

(Can they do it again?), you bet your ass, black

(See you in '91), until then, get the bozack (I'm mad)

[Chorus]

Here's a little story I've got to tell, got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad

Here's a little story I've got to tell

I'm mad (Got to tell)