"To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats throughout intro*}    [Intro: Erick Sermon]  Yeah, peace to MC Breed  Def Squad, 2002, uh    [Verse One]  Aiyyo this sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to  Give the record a second, and a chance to  Hittin people like a scene of amazement  Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement  Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)  So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you gonna do?  You checkin out the sounds of a scholar  You say, "Hi E - tell 'em HOLLA, HOLLA!"  I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name  Straight up big game, peep all gangs  I'm like a rhino, stomp through the roughest pack  They figure I'm a trigga happy nigga so they step back  E, the microphonest  Who last the longest and who the strongest?  It's not a game, it's plain to see (ha)  Check out the sounds of E, and the Squad of D    "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X*}    Y'knahmsayin? Ain't no future in yo' frontin    [Verse Two]  I never got caught with a kilo  If you ever do, it would never be with me yo  I ain't the one to be servin up a ki' yo  I sell work, but it's more like sellin beats yo  Yo - I never have to worry about me gettin jumped  If I ever do, R-E-D, pop the trunk  Me and my crew, got somethin for all y'all (uhh)  When I'm on the mic, don't play at all  I clock mad G's a week, boomin at my peak  Everytime the E's asked to program a beat  I put it down like this for everybody  Then throw a Def Squad cool out party  Takin over, barkin like a doggie named Rover  (Woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover  They bitin lyrics on the mic cause they cobras  Are they sayin E.D.'s? Cause ain't no future in yo' frontin    "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X*}    Ain't no future in yo' frontin    [Verse Three]  Yo, I'm the E, D-O-U-B-L-to the E and  Down with my homey Keith, and the R-E-D and  Niggaz talk shit cause we still be disagreein  I don't give a FUCK cause I'm from N.Y.C.  In the city, where pretty ones low  If you ever shoot through my city NOW YOU KNOW  We get biz, and we got pride  If you don't feel this, then nigga break wide  Cats be lookin, for the M-O-N-E-Y  Livin illegal, is the way, so they die  Cause I ain't got time, to see if things work out  Things get hard I'm robbin no doubt  That be the way, E.D. can not be different  Never change the ways of the world of the government  If I was the President, I'd stay fat  Leave it up to me, I'd paint the White House black  Ain't no future in yo' frontin    "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X*}    Ain't no future in yo' frontin    [Verse Four]  Yo, I got dough in my pocket, not from rollin  If I was a fiend then my gold would be stolen  Put my name E, on everything I own  My Excursion truck, outlined in chrome  Shined up good, ride through your neighborhood  StarTec phone, fat rims, and the Kenwood  Music kicked around and, can I have a drop?  Just because I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks  Ain't no future in yo' frontin    "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X*}    Ain't no future in yo' frontin!    [Verse Five]  Yo, I'm cool to the rules of the world  Livin life raw, cause I never liked the law  Wear top ten on my ass my own jeans  Sell the game, tit for tat to the fiends  Make much dough but never break a sweat  Time to move out? My niggaz sayin BET  You got my back and I got yours  What time is it? Tear down the doors    "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 3X*}  Ain't no future in yo' frontin  "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X*}  Ain't no future in yo' frontin  "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X*}  Ain't no future in yo' frontin  "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X*}    [Erick Sermon]  Uhh, yo, combustible, uhh  Uhh, yeah, huh, Def Squad  Huh, PPP yeah uhh  Funky Noble y'all, huh uh, Phillie addict uh  Keith Murray word up uh-huh  Uh-huh, yeah, Daytona y'all  Uhh, uhh, Khari uh-uh  Sy Scott, uh, what? How we do what?  Uh, all day baby  Def Squad, uh, uh peace to MC Breed  Uh-huh, yo, uh-huh, yeah yeah  Check it out y'all, uh