Jackin' For Rhymes (Skit) - Erick Sermon

Everybody, notebooks down

I want all compositions, all loose leafs

(You hear what he said)

All spirals

I want

(What)

Ay yo engineer unplug them power tools I want that shit too

(Yo power tools)

(Get over there)

I don’t want no jewels

Yo dawg did I ask you for your jewels?

I came here just for rhymes

(Cell phone rings)

You I want all sixteens, I want twelves, I want eights

(Take that)

(Take that)

Nigga I want your choruses, your ad-libs

Nigga give me that Chinese menu

(Mhm)

I know you got a verse or something on there

(Yeah, yeah)

I want that shit too

(You hear what he said, get the)

Ay yo, who that in the booth

Yo nigga, kick a rhyme

You ain’t got enough

Matter fact, I want that shit too

Ay yo everybody take ya nigga’s shit

I just came from Daddy’s house

I got mace and shit

Ay, ay, listen yo we got everything?

(Got everything sir, let’s do it)

All right so I’mma keep this shit hip hop

And on my exit

In the words of Russell Simmons

I’mma say God Bless

(Yeah son)

And goodnight

(Goodnight motherfucka)

(Yeah)