[Текст песни «Твой любимый микстейп (Def Squad)» ft. Erick Sermon, Redman & Keith Murray]

[Интро: Seryoga, DJ Morrison & Redman]
KingRing — строго мясо, йоу
Твой любимый рэп, йоу
Erick Sermon on the track making hot
Erick Sermon, who else?
Redman, who else?
Keith Murray
And Russia's number one, Seryoga
DJ Morrison, let's go
Давай, Erick, че, кто твой любимый рэпер?
Ladies and gentleman

[Куплет 1: Erick Sermon]
Redman, let me put some input
E Dub, I stand tall like ten foot
Rap Giant, my crew been had juiced
Way back when Craig G was Droppin' Science
Heads turned when I came in the door
I'm something never seen before I'm King Raw
While the record is spinning got the fly [?] grin
Easy's in the housе and it's just the beginning
[?] I stay willing, this venom is poison
BBD shit, turn up thе beat a wee bit
Knocked them again it's [?]
Underground, who cares if mainstream sees it?
Word, DJ drop the needle (there it is)
Haha, and let me do it for my people (Damn right)
[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]
It the [?] sequel

[Кулпет 2: Seryoga]
Меня зовут Серёга, я твой любимый рэпер
Я начитал шестнадцать на твоём любимом треке
Приехал в Бруклин и навёл там шухер будто Бэтмен
И говорят, что в этом мне помог, как будто, Redman
Ему это так просто, как твоей чике шерри сёрбать
Кто замутил этот бит? Mr. Erick Sermon
Тебе такое имя незнакомо, пустомеля?
Этот парнишка не крадёт биты как Руставели
В такой компании мне придётся зачитать зачётно
Придётся сделать горячо, как Лигалайз очём
Придётся поиграть словами, как Пеле с мячом
Чтоб мой квадрат Никитин не сравнил с Малевичем
Ещё бы, ведь я щас представляю русский рэп
Я не имею прав сдать какой-то тусклый трек
От злобы хейтеры краснеют будто семафоры
Короче, вот эти шестнадцать тактов — всё на форум

[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]
[?]

[Куплет 3: Redman]
Pump your brakes, you got water in them boys
I'm writing more starving lines than unemploy
I'm a fat chick chaser, I'll handle the bish
Spread 'em, their legs look like the hand on the clips
We, suck a free, Def Squad general
First draft pig got a [?]
I'm animal when the mic on recording
You tryna move on up, I'll stick half the doormen
This Professor's nutty: half man, half dog like Buddy
Mucho caliente, my writing pimp my sensei
I give notebooks, backpains and two [?]
Y'all best rapper pass out when I greet him
Knowing I'ma leave him ass out like Christina
Boy I'm itchy like skin with azima
Cause I'm after them Franklins and the reefer
Y'all forget I'm grown as hell, my voicebox spins [?] when I inhale
I ain't sayin' I'm better than y'all, but my game is like full court with a medicine ball
You takin' down a dog? Not in the plans
I'm quick, and you move like "I am Sam"
My man Keith Murray wildin' out in the corner
Security! [?] out in the coma
[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]
[?]

[Куплет 4: Keith Murray]
Chill as in existense in the illest wicked metaphor
Spillest killer coming to you village and porridge
My recital was vital, my title is idol
Misconstrue what I do while you smoke like bamboo
So dope, no joke, take a [?] for broke
He's lying, [?] him out like my hands around your throat
Well doubt you about you, can't live without you
But I know I'd know the dogshit up out you
My sling boomerang contact flaps snap necks
Steak you can hang, must be an orangutan
We can [?] episodic flow
Fashion is smashing an operator by her toe
Beat attacker, heat packer, mic hijacker
Green bag, [?] rap record, way up Zappa
My floormat break rooms, torment you fools
Spray back with twos, can't show you news

[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]
[?]

[Аутро: [?]]
Yo, what's the deal, man? It's ya boy [?]
Represent for the hitmakers
Right now you're listenin'
Russia's number one MC, Seryoga
Do not get it twisted
Yo, get busy, my dude