Crossover

Alex The Emcee

(samples music and interpolates lyrics by EPMD)

[Hook]
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

[Verse 1 (Erick Sermon)]
Let’s get up, let’s get down
Roll with the hardcore funk
The hardcore sound
Let’s get wit’ this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock wit’ the instrumental
Who am I?
Control my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest start gettin’ Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin’ made for the station
For a whole new relation-
Ship of a new type of scene
To go platinum and
Clock mad green
A.k.a a sellout, the rap definition
Get off that boy, change your mission
Come back around the block
Pump color me bad to the ah, TikTok
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

[Hook]
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

The crossover

Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

[Verse 2 (Parrish Smith)]
The rap era’s outta control, brothers sellin’ their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold
To pop and R&B, not the MD
I’m strictly hip-hop, I’ll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that’s how the Squad rolls
I know your head is bobbin’ ‘cause the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin’ on they fans, they ill
Trying to chill, saying “damn, it’d be great to sell a mill”
That’s when the mind switch to the pop tip
Yeah right, that’s what the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, you’re wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin’ black lookin’ mad foul
I speak for the hardcore
I’m outta here, catch me chillin’ on my next tour
From the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover

[Hook]
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

The crossover

Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

[Verse 3 (Erick Sermon)]
(So whatcha sayin’?)
You wanna go pop goes the weasel?
You know you should be rocking the fans wit’ something diesel
But you insist to piss me off, black
So I flex the biceps so I can push ‘em back
So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
And all sucker MCs duck down and get the message
So ban the crossover; yo, who’s wit’ me?
P, hit me

[Verse 4 (Parrish Smith)]
Another megablast funky dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(From what?) the crossover, yeah, crossing you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
‘cause you got gassed then took the wrong route
Come on the scene, chillin’, freakin’ a funky dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say, “There’s no business like show business,”
But if that’s the truth, please explain why is this
Rap has been around long, makin’ mad noise you see
Still I haven’t seen one rapper livin’ comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, keep the crossover

[Hook]
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do

The crossover

Whatever you want
Whatever you need
I wanna do it for you, I do