I'm Not Him - Erick Sermon

Nope, it’s E don’t trip

Word to Cam’Ron, man my Set stay Dipped

We rock Nike Airs, the flyest wears, yeah

We got Flavor man

I’m the Music Man

Who gave Marvin Gaye’s wife two hundred grand

Man, ask Quincy, I’m that dude

So please don’t get me confused because

Boy you in trouble

Guns pack a couple, a one-man SWAT team

By any means, pull a Malcolm

House 'em have 'em screamin Shelton, he

Nope, I’m the Bandit

That Green Eyed cat, boy from way back

Who set trends, the youngest nigga in rap with a Benz

Rag-top with rims, that was me stupid!

I’m not him

(It's E-Dub, it’s not who you thought he was)

(He's flyer than you thought he was)

So I’m back to reclaim my name because

I’m a 15 year vet

Type of rapper, 15 year stretch

The one who made it happen rappin

Got it crackin rappin, keep the paper stackin, yeah

I’m hip-hop elite

The one who signed Redman, the one who signed Keith

The one who made the beat that locked down the corner

Hardcore, that’s my persona, geah

Nope, I’m the E

The other half of the group of EPMD

And my track record so mean

This here underground bounce so hood, fuck mainstream

You can’t get with me

I rock spots and leave a TLC «Unpretty»

And now it’s «Ugly,» Bubba Sparxxx scene

Real dirty and grimy with the Squad behind me

Nope, I’m the master

I’m the man’s man, the rapper’s favorite rapper

The ultimate, none get close to it

I’m Erick, I’m the one you supposed to pick

I keep it gutter on tracks

«Regulate» like Doc Dre’s brother

I’m Warren in rap, I drop bombs to-day

You lay like U-day and Qu-say, yeah

The MC Grand Royal

On the microphone, and New York’s my home

Long Island zone, where I roam

Like phones in Buffalo, geah — you know!

Go 'head, talk about me

I don’t care since my label dropped me

And I returned like Makaveli

In a new stretch Caddy, watchin «Belly»

I’m not him

(It's E-Dub)

(It's E-Dub, he’s not who you thought he was)

(It's E-Dub)

(It's E-Dub, he’s not who you thought he was)