[PMD]
Word 'em up, check it out
PMD's in the house
Nine-four, you know the flavor.
Mmm, funk mode
Word 'em up
So whattup whattup? Yeah it's time to get down
You ready to chill, so turn up the sounds
Whether it's in your Walkman - or your stereo I hope you hear me though
Bobbin that head, jammin to the radio
cause they're playin your song
The weekend's here, party's on - payday HEY
Big up to the DJ's who spinnin the jams
Mix shows on Friday - cold kickin
It's Saturday's, it's hip-hop
Brothers choppin on the one and two
Non-stop. the violence, and gun shootin
It's time to unite; no time for losin
or takin steps backwards - that's not the way
Leave the stress at the office, it'll be there Monday
But for now it's your time
Time to regroup, get a piece of mind.
. and disconnect from the madness, called time-out
Take it from the PMD on the rap route
The golden voice, word biz
Live and direct - OOP, there it is, time to.
Swing your own thing (word em up)
Swing your own thing (word)
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing
Well guess who? Step aside, it's the Squad crew
Airtight, you know the evil that men do
Back for more. in nine-four
Format's hardcore, steppin through like Gigantor
Who is he? PMD
Set for funk mode, it's time to par
Oh yeah back in there, throw your hands up in the air
Wave em side to side, like you just don't care
So fellas yell HOE, and ladies scream out
Don't dwell in the past, live for now
Back on the prowl, thick eyebrows, style's wild
Grab the head, and just.
Swing your own thing (word em up)
Swing your own thing (word)
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing
So if you're feelin good - let me hear you say REAL good
Whether you washin your car, cruisin through the neighborhood
or playin basketball - dunkin on brothers
Coolin witcha sis, respectin your mother
That's the way it should be - family
Not mass hysteria, stress, or poverty
Four hundred years, we almost there
Just look at the TV, we everywhere
Sports lawyers doctors - music
Everyone has a brain - it's time to use it
So grab that head - prepare for the future
Cause that's the only way out
Sway; gotta.
Swing your own thing (word up)
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing.
Swing your own thing.
Swing your own thing.
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Verse one: erick sermon
Epmd fans stay focused, e's about to freak it
Hardcore, but not rough enough to bleep it
So relax and chill, get down with the brother
And like damon wayans, we're living in black colour
Sheik, the beats make em freak
A unique technique, with flavors like black sheep
You know my style's mad rugged, you love it
You never heard the funk before the e was discovered
I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic strangler
Funk arranger, e.d's danger
We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna scream like james brown so I can rock a town
I'm real swift, I bring light to a skip
I rock the party all night, the crowd chant my shit
I leave at sundown, walk away chillin
Cool, and keep mental like mike bivins
Then I find the hit'squad, and stop buckwhylin
Chump, cause i'ma...
Verse two: parrish smith
Peace to the posse, yeah ok you got me
Another rap chumpie about to o.d.
Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene
You know the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam
Skins cool I mingle girls are simple
'i'll be gentle, I'll be very gentle'
Don't bug on my rap skill boy, because it's mental
Squaad is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck
No bluff, your neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff
Brentwood's my town home of beatdowns
Dress code is don't care so take a chill clown
Smallest place on the map we're bustin big caps
Where girlies troop tim boots and baseball caps
That's where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin
Bust it hobbes, cause i'ma
Verse three: erick sermon, parrish smith
Now it's time for me the e to rock it loco
No need to guess homeboy, you know my vocals
Gimme a break to stay focused on my tape
I'm more than great, I got the key to my state
I'm rough like brillo, I bust like a pistol
The b-boy form is nine mil or is til
The underground sound be pumped for the new jacks
Who loves you baby? I'm not bo jackson, get the bozack
Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, check the format
Hardcore underground, just like amtrak
Word to herb got more steel than pittsburgh
So easy with the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm cock-d keep you dancin like ali
Collect the dough you know and then I'm swayze
On the downlow, no profilin or buckwhylin
[e] in back of the apollo, the episode
[e] yo p check this yo
[p] yo what?
[e] I bugged one of the rooms in the apollo, yeah word up
Yeah c'mon keep it movin, keep it movin
[p] word?
[e] nah I'm sayin so-and-so's room, yaknowhati'msayin p?
[e] tryin to say somethin, niggaz be playa hatin
[p] true
[e] let's hear what they talkin about
Yo p, c'mon!
[e] aight let's go to the back, let's go in the car
Foxy brown up next, foxy brown up next
[p] yo yo whattup?
[e] hold up, where my key at?
[e] hey whassup y'all? peace peace yo whassup?
Yo whattup son?
[e] check it out
You saw that shit? you saw that niggaz show?
Awwwwwwohhhhh, whoaahhhhhh
Niggaz talkin about the stinkiest shit
They bring on that shit
Wha-hoahh, man, God to what?
You gotta admit b, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down
I got the fuckin album b!
I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em, knowhati'msayin?
Bust on niggaz and shit
We gon change the whole era man, we gotta go back man...
.? .
[erick sermon]
Epmd
Erick and parrish millenium ducats
Squadron uh huh
. [dj scratch] .
[erick sermon]
Hah let me introduce my dj scratch the black balboa
I'm erick sermon the dope rhyme blower
My dj scratchatori interesting like war stories
With epmd the fame and the glory
The boy wonder the second nature the arnold schwarzeneggar
_the eraser_ upon the crossfader
From brook lyn albany projects
Been around the world with the dj sets, catchin wreck
[parrish smith]
Yo the track drives me to excel
Scratch is dangerous like a third rail
Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a duracell
The show-stopper, knockin cats out like rock'em'sock'em
Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option
Hands quicker than roy jones with no headphones
Bk albany pj's where my man zone
Epmd and scratch, the quarterback
Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than amtrak
. [dj scratch] .
* the lady of rage sample *
"cause i'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time
When it comes to the" [scratch] "i gets busy with mine"
[erick sermon]
Ah, yeah, it's the home of the microphone master, Houdini
I'm dope, some don't believe me
Unless, I stress and bust a cap from steel
Aim for the dome, show 'em that I'm real hardcore
The underground rapper who's wrecking
I pack a Smith & Wesson on my right section
I'm strapped at all time, Jack
Nine mills to gap, for a punk, suck new jack
I must stay focus and keep my mind open
The world's mass confusion, there mad guns smoking
For punks trying to get respect and yearning
Mess around and catch a bad one from Erick Sermon
I'm serious, boy but not Jermaine Jackson
I also have a 12 gauge shotgun for action
So chill, back the hell up and get a grip
Get off that, thinking that you're all that real quick
Like the Rude Boys said
? It's written all over your face, punk, nobody's safe?
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
It's the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring
'Joys of Funk' produce a song to make my fans sing
Singing, swinging, hum along, thump my rap song
I bet I get wreck on a DL, then the P's gone
Poof, no phone booth, cape or tight suit
Dress in all black, black skullcap, black down goose
To hide the mock bird, word wit the pistol grip
Squeeze 'em quick, show who's crossing wit the loose lip
'Cuz loose lips sink ships, don't need a ship to catch a nine clip
I ain't going out on some bullshit
Bank shot, corner pocket, now watch me rock it
Can't mock the rap style so, boy, stop it
(So, what's the name?)
John Doe, 'k, it's a slow flow
'Swiss Miff' crazy, the boy's loco
Like Neon Deion Sanders, call him prime time
(It's the new style)
Time to get mine
'Cuz nobody's safe in the fast pace of the rap race
So keep your hoodies on and your boots laced
Now I'm out, beaming back to the Boondocks
The year is 2000. all the real motherfuckers left
Pmd, def squad & hit squad and the virus
I'll tell you who I be (check it)
This is erick sermon, one of god's children of billions
With more hype than williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad spending, I ain't begot no weapon
I'm lyin, get caught off guard I'm firin
Until I hear sirens, I'm gone with the wind
A black clark gable, doin 90 in the lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all the envious hear this
I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (why e?)
Cause I'm the last man standin
Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound
P of mobb deep: hell on earth
Last man standing
Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound
P of mobb deep: hell on earth
Last man standing
Yeah, yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? the code name pmd
Causialty to an mc who try to fuck wiht p, or e-dub
Catch the burner with the snub, no love
A tight defence, like the glove, so bring it
Any song we drop I bet you sing it
Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid
My pen is registered like bruce lee on loose leaf
My crew be, timped down puffing looseys
Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with
Swiss smith, street cat strap?
Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound
P of mobb deep: hell on earth
Last man standing
Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound
P of mobb deep: hell on earth
Last man standing
Black the ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
The blunt, the weed, the hash
And then white with my friends in the benz
Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens
I lock down my statis, I be the baddest
Yes the one that get you open the most outspoken
Shogun assassin, chinesse connection, ninja maskin
We turnin to gravity, b-boy with the pants saggin
Ain't no stoppin, on the case like johnny cochran
The beats knockin, mock speed is what I'm clockin
With erick serm, mess with fire you get burned
Like a bad perm it's the return that niggas yearn
What, pmd and the bandit, never stranded
Bust a canon, cause it's the last man standin
Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound
P of mobb deep: hell on earth
Last man standing
Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound
P of mobb deep: hell on earth
[erick sermon]
Yo, what's up pmd?
[pmd]
Ayo coolin man, done with this album, about to take it up to leon
Wills, see what they say.
[e] hold up man, we ain't bringing nothing up until I diss this girl, man.
[p] aw, you ain't going to go into that jane thing again?
[e] you know I had to diss her! i told her don't mess with me, you know?
[p] but why you gotta be bothering with that skeezer? that was way back
In 1986!
[e] let me tell you how it went anyway
[e] hanging out late drinking a couple of brews
[p] turn on the radio put the shit on snooze
[e] so when it's time to get up, the radio comes on
[p] blasting in my ear with the hip-hop song
[e] five minutes later I hear someone knocking
[p] yo outside yo, my stereo's rocking
[e] saying in my mind who can it be?
[p] it was me, the p double e m d
[e] I said yo
[p] I said yo
[e] what's up trooper? I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
[p] why didn't you?
[e] I woulda have been, only thing she brung along a friend
So pmd (yo? ) why don't you do me a favor?
Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
She's fly, haircut like anita baker
[p] looked up and down and said hmm, I'll take her
She came in, I said hi my name is p
She said hello my name is j-a-n-e
I said jane, oh, what a nice name
It reminds me of a high school flame
[e] she came behind me and then she rubbed my back
She started moaning and said yo, let's hit the sack
Went to my room because she was kinda bossy
Girl broke buckwild
[p] and started playing horsey
[e] she showed pain but inside she felt joy
[p] ayo she broke wild and said ride em cowboy!
[e] three o'clock on the dot
[p] tired of busting her
[e] woke up in the morning to my record you're a customer
She left me a note, she called me the medicine
Said next time you have to be better
[p] bigger
[e] stronger and much faster
[p] and you don't quit, epmd rock double
It's time 2 party
Now, that I got your attention again
I want to party, party, party, party
Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts
Walk around and strut, then a brother push up
And start talkin', girls and boys are hawkin'
EPMD is live from New York
And now, I'm 'bout to rip house, straight up and jump
Move your body as the bass pumps and thumps
This jam is a crowd mover
For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver
Or for a so called dancing machine
'Cause this record is strictly for the club scene
Get Off The Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson
It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action
Like dips and dope back flips
While the girlie's are movin' and groovin' they hips
Enough booty, you could be waxin'
Instead you in the corner, maxin' and relaxin'
Get up and move your body 'cause party people
It's time 2 party, it's time 2 party
It's time 2 party, it's time 2 party
Yo P, break it down, yeah
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
It's time 2 party, it's time 2 party
Yo P, break it down, yeah
It's Friday night, no work' til Monday
To top it off you just got paid
So you step to the club, boys and girls are GQ
Before you go in, you drink a brew or two
Strobe light spinnin', people grinnin'
You're coolin' at the bar, drinkin' vodka and gin
And your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin'
People on the dance floor sweatin' and yellin' hoe
And you see this fly cutie
With crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty
Your mind gets to scheamin', you start dreamin'
The liquor starts talkin', you get more self esteem
And you step to this lady, "May I have this dance?"
Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands
And while the disc jockey's yellin' get up, get up
Get up, get up and on the dance floor
The ladies are freakin' moves, you never seen before
Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works
Squeakin' moves that make you squint and say
"Damn that must hurt", stomachs are showin', aces blowin'
And while you're havin' fun, spendin' your dough
And you reach into your pockets, you reach deeper
And off goes your money beeper
Which means you're runnin' low on the dough
So, you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes
You grab a seat in the corner and play low key
Askin' yourself over and over, how you spent a G
Don't worry now, worry on Monday and get back on the dance floor
It's time 2 party, it's time 2 party
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from whack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, 'cause to them that's wrong
Cause like P.E. said, we're too black and too strong
But hey, what can I say?
Brothers and sisters, that's a price a rapper must pay
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that, "No sir, yes sir, and thank you, ma'am"
'Cause the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours cause I'm going for mine
That's why I
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked?
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bum rush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
So fight the power and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too black and hey
Watch what you say, but ayo
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
[Incomprehensible]
Got to give the people
Ladies and Gentlemen
Give the people what they want
Yeah
Something has to be said
Somebody tell me something
Whats up?
That it's on right now and we about to let off
And that the industry is sleepin and HipHop is soft
EPMD is the boss like Rick Ross
We don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with force
Bust you down, leave a sign on you that say you lost
Game over, no more quaters, plus the machine is broke
Money don't really remember nothing, all he has seen is smoke
No witness, no statement, no case
Incorporate you eat cheese, then you get a raise
Rubbed out return to the earth
Six feet deep in the dirt
With the snakes and maggots cause you got murked
Yeah, and they keep telling me that
You're only as good as your last record
And if I was to do something now they wouldn't second
Hardcore respect it and that is enough
You got more props then call your bluff
Same thing happend to Marry and Mariah
They both came back with fire, fuck retiring
I got belts around my waist
You keep holding your pants up
Homeboy male up!
That's your opinion, cause you're not feeling it
How you know they're hot the fans not hearing it
The record pins steering it in one direction
You, there is some music in the real niggas section
That EPMD is a corporation it's not its the group
And that they always stack paper so put up your loot
Ghetto celebs that's why niggaz salute
Orange juice and grey goose
We dramatic backwards now that P is loose
Me and E is back for the kill, no troops
That's why we spit the real in the vocal booth
Yeah so called gangster and you ain't even hard
So called boxer and you ain't even sport
When them ribber hit you got punked in the yard
You said you got shot and you ain't even scarred
But they belive this and you keep betraying them
You are a bitch and I'm not the only one saying it
Now he from the BX but he really soft
And he from BK but his guns don't go off
He from cop killer Queens but he still getting robbed
And he from money making but he ain't on his job
Now he from LA but he's scared to bang
And he from Texas but he will do the damn thing
He'd stay in VA but he is scared of the streets
And he's from Chi-a but he's sweet as a peach
I can tell you 'bout the dope fiends and all of that
But I let them tell it 'cause they sell their moms crack
And that ain't gangsta that is wanksta
Went to jail and the homo shanked ya
Don't get caught between my city and the moon
You'll be screaming at night, you loose your life at me to doom
I really hung with BIG, squared off with Pac
Shook hands in the House of Blues before the shit popped
First fought niggaz in the industry and kept it cool
You ain't see me running my mouth in no interviews
And you fools on them DVD's waving tools
[Erick Sermon]
Owww!
Word em up, word em up yo
Yeah yeah, word em up like dat
Erick Sermon's in effect
Def Squad, that's the hype
One more time word
Yeah
Yeah, mackadocious shit
Yeah
This is my openin, E comin at ya lazy style
Versatile, crazy wild with my profile
Dominatin the microphone, on my own
Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his super vision, cause I'm on a fuckin mission
Test my skills, and I rearrange your fuckin grill
Will kill if I have to get ill
Get away, carry on, and step
like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he
+Dangerous+
E Double with the funk type shit
This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin
name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Check this out!
I still get loose in the rap vocal booth
I know I can, I can like a train caboose
Smoke up the hardcore scene when I be rappin
I make it blacken yo, and make things happen
Why? I'm like the Michael Jackson of rap
I'm bad, plus I moonwalk over tracks
I am still, so a-mazin
I flex, punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don't you know me
What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked
I have a dream like Martin Luther King
that one day, yo, I can do away
with the pitiful, and the critical wack MC's
Seperate the ocean, and throw em in between
Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden
with more wins than Hulk Hogan
It's the future, of a dope producer
on the rise, the hype is my green eyes
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin
name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Aowww, part three!
Shhhhh, quiet, your rap style's tired
The stores can't sell it, the fans won't buy it
Hell no - even if it was sold at an auction
Boy get rid of it, like an abortion
Word is bond, you made a mistake
and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate
Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell
And that word to me means dough
Cause look -- I've been rich and I've been poor
Now I'm back in the door hardcore
So whattup Duke peace to the crew
Def Squad's in the house gettin wrecktafied beaucoup
Motherfucker!
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon (word, that's my motherfuckin
name boy)
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Heyyyyyy, Erick Sermon
Check Check It Out Check it Out
Check Check It Out Check it Out
PMD's in tha house
Check Check It Out Check it Out
Hit Squad In the house
Check Check It Out Check it Out
Word Em' up, Blackzone, Hitsquad
Verse 1:
Grab ya head nigga, start bobbin it, the underground's
Bein shook down PMDs robbin it, so crack all gold yeah,
And spark the phillie blunts, im chumpin niggaz down
Takin minds on a manhunt (po-po kid), don't get caught
Up in the gunsmoke, it's rap artin season, and im blastin
Niggaz who show-off, with that pretty-boy R&B; rap, back
With a hiphop track, say that, cause that's whack, and
Niggaz aint trying to hear that, can't get sidetracked
So what's the impact, to get the bozack, and mind yo
Beeswax, still in the game with somethin Jane.
Chorus--
Went solo on that ass when i feel the fame
(I saw it cummin, that's why i went solo)
Verse 2:
What's this? another funky hit from the squad kid? no time
For comebacks black, time to run shit, so pass that
Microphone, plug it into the soundboard, scratch cuts the
Wax, chop it like a chainsaw, so who's callin my name?
Been doin this since 87' cause this is my thing, can't
Forget Jane, haircut, like Anita Baker, never seen no
One faker, to make the mistake-a, tryin to push up
On a brother, who brainstorms, you know i'm physco crazy
Like that man nor--man bates, wait, excuse me for the
(?) that makes me hesitate, no time to translate, gotta
Go kid, time to motivate, back to the blackzone, 'cause
There's no thing.
Chorus
Verse 3:
There's somethin with all these corny niggaz, makin
Faces, on my TV screen, can't shoot this dude, cause if
I do it makes 19, no time for the crime scene, grab my
Bozack, and my mic, time to beam, back to the underground
Hold more beat-downs, drop some I'll shit like this, for
The niggaz to leave round town HARDCORE, hittin switches
In the '6-4, 3 foot motion, or the benz with the 4-door
Troopin past the local spot, niggaz wanna act up, and
Niggaz catch the speedknot, trying to promote viloence,
But that's the way it is, the code of the ghetto aint got
Nothin to do with showbiz, remember that, yea, still
Bustin brains, YEA
Chorus
Hit squad in the house, PMD records in effect
24-hour representin
Went solo on that ass when i feel the fame
Big shot out to KRS-one
{beastie boys sample:
"here's a little story I gots to tell" repeats in background}
[erick sermon]
Hype, one two like that y'all
Check it out one two y'all
It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all
It's the beat, that makes me wanna ?
Peace to my niggaz
Peace to my mens
Like that, one two y'all, check it out
Sunday's here, the end of the week
And the club's packed and shit, I feel like freakin
Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, "yo whattup dude?
Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood
Check this here - I'll pick you up around twelve o'clock
Right around the parking lot, I'll find a spot
It's on, man I'll see you soon
In about twelve hours, yeah past noon"
It's the hype yo
It's the hype
Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door
Parlay, and I stepped out hardcore
I tipped the boy park the car in the front
Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
I walked inside, somebody sing, "errrick serrrmon"
That's me, got me in free
Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
Walked straight up, to the v.i.p. section
Sat by the wall, so I can see what's happenin
My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin
Oh no, I see a girl comin towards me
Posse deep, so I paused for the cause g
She approached me, hi, told me her name
I told her my name, then kicked the game
Sat beside me, like little miss tuffet (hello)
Talkin bullshit, knowin I want to fuck it
Basically, I figured she was widdit
So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits
Gimme a call when you get to your crib
So I can get directions, right to where you live
She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open
I'm no jokin, when the e blows the smoke in
Check the rolex, asked for my check
The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex (whoo!)
Gave me a look like, "aren't you erick sermon? "
"yes, and who is it concernin? " me, that's the hype
It's the hype
I asked her, "what time you get off? " "oh, in 15 minutes"
So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard
"umm, can I take you home? " "sure meet me in the parking lot
I'll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot"
She came out - man, she was all that
Cool like that, and stacked like that
She jumped in with a wide open grin
Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend
Got to his house, and gave him dap
He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat
Got to her house, then parked the jeep
I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep
Walked upstairs, right into the room
With one skylight lookin straight at the moon (yep yep)
She wasted no time, man she was on it
Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed
Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me
I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me
It was her sister, man I must be buggin (ahh shit!)
It's the same girl, I met from the night clubbers
"that's your sister? oh I didn't know -- I'll go"
And they both screamed, "hell no!"
They smiled, with a devilish grin
And the other sister jumped in
That's the hype
It's the hype yo
That's the hype
Word em up, one two it's the hype, check it out yo yo
It's the hype yo
It's the hype, yo it's the hype, word em up it's the hype
Peace to hoes..
Jeff stewart's in the motherfuckin house
Peace to cool v
Peace to d mac, t smooth, todd lightland
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
Somethin to pump in your ride when you're cruisin
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
Checkin out the female species, peace to the underground
{*shouts out some people, can't tell who*}
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
The girls look so good..
G, phil, cliff, word em up
Dla word em up yo
[erick sermon]
Here we go cruisin, me and my boys rollin four deep
In the a-u streets, seein who we can meet
Beep beep, a crew of girls in their green cherokee
Screamin, "that's erick g," my boys gettin happy b
Err, errr, the girls made a u-turn
Pulled up beside me, tires smellin burned (yea yea)
I scoped the whole car yo before I spoke
To see which one was dope before I start actin loc
That's crazy, "how you doin baby? the one
With the daisies, short top with the paisleys
What's your name? oh they call you lucky? "
Had child's play on my mind but none of us was chucky
"so what are you doin? follow me to my crib"
I had the girls trailin, had my system wailin (boom boom)
Drove off, and my boys screamin loud
Happy for the hoes because they wasn't crows (word me up)
We argued, on who gets who
The first pick is mine, respect from my crew
I took the freaky deaky one who was drivin
She looked like she was widdit, I definitely want to hit it
(word em up) jeff screamed, "we're goin out for the cause
And when we get there, we're goin straight for the drawers"
Dude - they was bangin, I must try not to keep them hangin
Yeah - but I find myself singin
Like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah
The girls look so good..
Talkin about the female species
The girls look so good..
Like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Yeah, like that y'all
The girls look so good..
Talkin about the female species
[erick sermon]
On the way home, damn I almost crashed with my friends
Four girls in two drop-top bm's
Man it must be a dream, I must be on the wrong planet
Four girls, lookin like janet (yea yea)
+that's the way love goes+ when you're clockin hoes
Nobody knows, but my face expression shows (yea yea)
I was wide open, man I couldn't believe it
If the girl asked me for my truck, I swear she can keep it
(word em up) on the pharcyde, the girls +passed me by+
The ones who was trailin me, goin in the cherokee
But fuck em, I didn't care anymore
Cause these girls was the flyest bitches I ever saw
(word em up) so me and my boys approached to the cars
Stepped out to the females, lookin like some stars (word em up yo)
Hi, my name is erick, whassup, how y'all doin?
Just coolin like levert in y'all tennis skirts (word em up)
How bout y'all comin to my crib and take a swim
And maybe darken up the skins (yeah)
Are you widdit? c'mon, follow me to hook up my friends
With your friends, then we all can be friends, word - yeah
Go on the way, I'm jumpin on the highway
Mad traffic and shit, because it was a friday
I check my rearview, lookin right behind me
Girls in the bm, lookin kinda fine see
My mind playin tricks on me already
Someone turned off the lights, yo it musta been teddy
Oh somebody tell me what's happenin
I'm caught up, this ain't the way me and my boys was brought up
(word em up) maybe I'm gettin excited - not
There's no doubt in my mind that that girl is hot
Yeah - and matter of fact, she got the blazin looks
Make me wanna sing this hook
Peace to my man brent
The girls look so good..
Peace to my man markie - word em up
The girls look so good..
Yeah yeah
The girls look so good..
Yeah
The girls look so good..
Talkin about the female species
[erick sermon]
No matter what, like d mack, call me cousin
All over the world, there's girls by the dozens (yea yea)
You said you a one woman man, stop lyin
It's hard for it to be done, so homes, stop tryin
[e double]
Word em up
[joe sinistr]
Word em up, ha ha
Got the e double, right there
[e double]
Jmj combined with grand.. royal..
Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
Word em up
[joe sinistr]
Here we go, joe sinistr representin from the joint
Verse one: erick sermon
Yo yo, I pause for the cause
I seen niggaz heads busted, someone pass the gauze
This rhyme may affect the skull to a point
And crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint
*inhale* there I go and now it's showtime without
Kiki shepherd, now the bitch feels neglected
Check the memo, remember you listened to my demo;
Yeah the one about the fuckin limo?
Rewind because I'm pushed for time right now
What where when how, my sound's out there like moscow
I hear nuttin but the music, raw fusion
No mass confusion or illusion
Blink blink, blink so what you sayin? I'm not playin
Hey man, yo I caught you playin
So don't be conspicous, cause you can't get with this
Hardcore scientifical, far from typical
My rap style, is dy-no-mite
It make you wanna be like the e double, and not like mike
Yo, bust my acoustics, swing!
Deranged, when I rock the mic I feel strange
Now back to our program, fuck batman, bang bang
Sound from the gat-man
Let me quit it, cause I feel I have shitted
And got mad niggaz widdit
Joe sinistr follows
So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow
Chorus: joe sinistr
It's the second payback, payback part ii
Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part ii
Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, the payback part ii
Uh-huh, yeah -- it's the second payback, payback part ii
It's part ii, uhh
Verse two: joe sinistr
And while niggaz still arrested virgins, I rips it ill
As erick sermon's, we's the ones usin the method slurrin
So joe sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
My six will fix another one greedy
Foreal, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
And we'll catch clown, with they pants down real low
The screwball better work a rupaul and switch fast
Or we'll be in the cornfield, killin your bitch ass
And timb's roam through bad bad odor but it is home
Wild flex and more sex than mad cobra
So take it easy ? just to mash a kraut? mine's the cheesiest
And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than cbs
I make the funk doobie turn to a process
I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he
I still get doughs, takin off bitches girbauds
And lamp with erick, a champ merit cause I flip foes
See these screws loose, I repeat, beetlejuice, beetlejuice
But stop there goes the third time with the cock-a-roach
And I get more flows than vic tayback
So kids, here come the second big payback
Chorus 1/2
Verse three: erick sermon, joe sinistr
*tire squeeling sound* I return burnin rubber
The black african brother, low key so call me undercover
The funkster from the boonies
I love muhammad ali, so fuck gerry cooney
Oops, can't forget, under a roof from one nation
*rrraow* crowd participation
Shit, I'm so upset, I feel like snappin niggaz neck
But i'ma chill and let joe get wreck
My secret recipe put pepsi on diet's, uh-huh
The funk dog as I come low to piss on hydrants
And howl at half moons and white owls and mad tunes
Live quite fowl, leavin lifestyles in bitches bathrooms
I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird
My style is more fear-ed than black planets
And I fuck your shit, suck my dick for explicit
I let clips at your name, pay rent in your brain
And I gets wicked, wick-wick-wicked
And keeps a full clip in case the bullets get evicted
And now to twirl up the fat nigga, seek psychiatric
I devour worlds and galactus
I gets mean troop, grabbin christine around the block
At sixteen, spittin the green pea soup
And cock nines, when niggaz got slime, the only men
Puffin nick nick nick's- with -elodeon
It's joe no diss cause the funk mist flow
Make a mess like aunt tess when she leaped off the sixth flo'
So straighten it out if your knock-kneed
Nah, nah, check this out, yo
I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
The Dutch Coronas, tokin' irons without permits
Repertoire long faced murderer's the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
Supplier to any Tom, Dick, Jerry Maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation happenin' before you shoot it
Flow director, surprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin' off smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop corks
I pop New York with a dot till import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smokin' a bag with hash, check it
Shut your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours
Atomic dogs, packed in a black Yukon
K I M, K I M
John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin' for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
My own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex
You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin'
A five year's span turned nuttin' into somethin'
And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
Feelin' ya, behind your back they straight killin' ya
(Who am I?)
The Ex Head banger bad motherfucker
High on Friday with Chris Tucker
I be a Head banger to my very last breath
Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm So So Def
K A, Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies
Who didn't care, blow Lo Luchinis
I transform like Spawn, takes no time
For me to get on, to the break of dawn, word
K I M, K I M
PMD, the Purple Heart admiral
Blow your spot and left shrapnel
Then escaped in the Benz capsule
Harder than an NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple
Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore
Before I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals, rapper slash entrepreneur
With more action than Roger Moore
Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray Windex on your glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin' with P is hazardous
Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this
My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic
Smash you bastards on some crab shit
EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift 'cause I'm
K I M, K I M
Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder
Lyrical analyst, mental roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC over thrower
I flow witcha two at a time like Noah
I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality
And kick rhymes in my sleep and battle mortality
Finally, every dimension know Keith
Y'all egotistical simple minded niggaz is pitiful and weak
I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality
At static, lyrical Kraftmatic
Smokin', barkin' like a dog, breathin' like an asthmatic
Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture
Ninety eight Head banger boy, yeah I told ya
Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical brain melter
I be maxin' and relaxin', attractin' action
Flippin' more big ol' words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man, I feel for my opponents
K I M, K I M
Raekwon]
Fuck ya'll niggas is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggas is all pussy
That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggas is
Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up
I put all this right there, on niggas in H.T.M.'s son
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
All magazines lit, fly life we live
The lingo is to let, ya'll niggas know, how niggas rep
I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set
Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
"Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did
Dish it out and take it
To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it
Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit
"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
(Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)
Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggas in whips
Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip
Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
All in together now, follow me the Method
Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
No love here, no tender, love and care
But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggas best before
For consumption, for wack assumption
You can catch a bad one or somethin'
From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
Drunk inside the function
+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
+Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse
Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
Check your ego at the door
Intro:
I'll just sway...
This's the way it goes down
Def squad
Nine-pound
Check this here
Verse one:
The e gets wicked, no need for the biscuit
The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked
I sets the party off just like tanqueray
The funk lord, nobody else could swing this way
I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and
I buck like shot, 'cause I know I got cha opin
Check the soup, I dogg the mic like snoop
I get swift like h-town, when I knock da boots (daaat's right)
I'm dynamite with this mic
I show like doug e. and I rock the mic lovely
The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy
To your city, on the zapp side with the vibe
I'm stone cold like bobby and ralph t
I come with the game of death, without bruce lee
The irregular speakin, for those mc's who be tweakin
Catch me at the beacon just freakin
Chorus:
Brothers can't see me
'cause my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2x
Brothers can't see me
Verse two:
It goes one for the trouble, two for the show
Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like the most beautiful
I'm the mack, I made goldy turn chrome
When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah)
I goes down for y'all in broad daylight
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych
Today is a green day, so it's blazin
To specify it, I get big-up from jamaicans
Hey, the e-r-i-c-k gets down for the public
More doper than janet jackson's stomach
Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer?
I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm luther
My style is the craziest
No crew is fadin us
You got beef with my squad you better dare that
The shit I kick make rappers say, "i shoulda snared that"
Chorus
Verse three:
Complete this puzzle, what squad beat up like russell simmons
And more flyer than robin givens
Cosmic slop, from the darkside
Basically, I can't wait, songs from the redman tape
(and make much sense when he's kickin fool) cause I constantly keep shitting
And y'all constantly keep listening
Yeah, who can it be now, watch out
Flying through the air with wings e double doing my thing
1,2,3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my '64 rag top
I got a lot of juice
A lot of fuckin' block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hapsters
I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep
Nigga I don't sleep
Burry muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Be a witness to murda
Niggas bustin' out of a '64 Chevy
Straight callin' my city
Niggas be winnin' and gettin' busy
Wit a tizy
Through my city
Chalk lines hang
Niggas bang
Chevy's swang like it ain't no thang
The gangs bang
So nigga tuck your chain
And try to buck this thang
End up gettin' one stuck in you brain
To refrain from this game of stressin'
Smokin' on water
And fin to bang your daughter
All up in the Best Western
She like the way that my '64 hop
Drop the top
Grab a rock
Now she's givin' me top
Non stop on the R-O-C
Like the made me screen
So I two-wayed my nigga Eazy-E
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Old nigga E still cruisin'
Punk stay up on the nuts and the bone
Pussy nigga had beef knocked out of his teeth
The muthafucka should have stayed his ass home
Hey yo peep them bitchez in the Honda
4 deep with the proper ass sounds
Now every time that I meet a fine cute bitch
She got a friend from the fuckin' Dog Pound
Hey yo bitch
Here's the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a minor, 49er
Diggin' for gold from behind her
Watch this nigga do some diggin'
Pop that pussy on a platter
Watch this nigga do some diggin'
It's so tight it doesn't matter
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Hit them swithez [hit them swithez]
Hit them swithez [come on nigga]
Hit the swithez [make that shit bounce man]
Make it bounce [make it bounce homie]
Hit them swithez [man come on homie]
Hit them swithez [make that shit bounce homie]
Hit the swithez [three wheel motion]
Make it bounce [say what]
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
That's right nigga
We back
That real gangsta shit
From one of the realest niggas in this game
C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up (x6)
Hush, I'm comin thru with the bum rush
Feelins forced style, adidas, cold crush
What? my style's ridiculous
Who's gettin wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to lexus, I'm from new york
I'm flowin like dom p so unpop the cork
Now feelin me for real do'
I'm the one who came from the back and blew the brains out of al pacino
(word up) welcome to this rendition
Of lyricism, I'm on a doug e.fresh mission
Somebody stop me, I'm outta control please
Before I do autopsies on these mc's
Open em up, they hollow on the inside
No heart pumpin, their organ missin somethin
Trueness, yeah they get no props
Without das I come with the real hip-hop
I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e is on the microphone, uh
I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e-d is on the microphone
Hold up, how y'all tryin ta play me, uh
When I paved the way for y'all punks to mc
You're not hard, ol school pull your card
Wit the quickness, chump and jehovah witness
Agony of defeat on the street
In front of your crew diggin, in front of your main chicken
Oooh, it's more than meet the eye, oh my god
Somebody got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get busy every week on it
Die e-i, I sing and get unique on it
The miracle child, the chosen one
(poof) behind the def squad come the truth
There chill, I got that microphone
So lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
I can't believe, I come with the mad degrees, boy
Freakin the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh
I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
Look at the weather, look at the news
Look at all the people in denial
We're running time, leaving grace
Still we worship at the marketplace
While common sense is goin' out of style
I thought that I would be above it all by now
In some country garden in the shade
But it's business as usual
Day after day
Business as usual
Just grinding away
You try to be righteous
You try to do good
But business as usual
Turns your heart into wood
Monuments to arrogance reach for the sky
Our better nature's buried in the rubble
We got the prettiest White House that money can buy
Sitting up there in that beltway bubble
The main jefe talks about our freedom
But this is what he really means...
Business as usual
How dirty we play
Business as usual
Don't you get in the way
Yeah, make you feel helpless
Make you feel like a clown
Business as usual
Is breakin' me down
Boy, you can't go surfing in Century City
Yeah, them sharks out there are lurking beneath the curb
Yeah, they rob you blind, chew you up, and it ain't pretty
And it's a soul suckin', soul suckin', soul suckin', soul suckin'
Soul suckin', soul suckin' world
Business as usual
Day after day
Business as usual
Feel like walking away
A barrell of monkeys
Or band of renown
Business as usual
Is breakin' me down
[pmd]
So let's get it on - like marvin gaye; hey
Is that that nigga, from "you a customer"? you're fuckin a
Is for apple, j's for jack black
B is for bozack, and n is for the nutsac
(what's j for? ) the j's for juggle these, please
Pmd bust rhymes like niggaz bust seeds
With zero, that's not the channel I be watchin
Niggaz clockin, no time for stoppin so I keep rockin
Big up to the hip-hop, be-bop heads bop
Non-stop up the block systems knock
Girlies jock I'm locked in funk mode
Peace to my pops; cause it's
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Scandalous; swiss miss still funkin shit
Uhh - slow down baby, can't handle it
The way you're movin your thang, you got it goin on
Time to pop the sean dom
Take a swig of it - yeah drink it like a forty-oh
No champagne glasses, that's out the window
Push up and get my swerve on, take me there baby
Aww shit, pmd's gone
(where you goin p? ) deeper and deeper
My mind's gettin stronger, she got me in the sleeper
Almost there, relax, just like I figured
Strapped down, still on the lookout for the gold digger
Blazin figure, sexin like holly
Hoes blunts and puff the ganja like bob marley
She's hardcore, ride it like an outlaw
Workin it, pullin with the lockjaw
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
I'm in the war zone - far away from home, no microphone
Just biters and tombstones on the real holmes
It's do or die, no fly guy, don't ask why
Rap is outta control, don't bungee jump or hangglide
Time to slip (slide) so save the lie
Hit squad won't die, them niggaz multiply
On the scene blowin up, sho' nuff
Wild haircut, what? don't give a fuck
This is me, peace to epmd
Took a break in nine-three now I'm back see
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Whoop whoop(8x)
[redman]
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
No one's betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends i, I get up in you like keith murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay blah come through your block and open fire
(redman's in the area
Keith murray's in the area
Erick sermon's in the area)
[erick sermon]
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther's a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns there's the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
Its the same reason why I threw away my skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y'all come out the hype description of this
One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do I be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!
Mc's you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier
[keith murray]
Aaahhhhhh!
Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
In the words I be using when I be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And God forbid I outrageous people see the l.o.d.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
[Erick Sermon]
Aooowwwwwwwwwwwww!
Part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest
Gettin stupid -- shootin rhymes like arrows shot by
Cupid
Ahh, you so crazy, is what somebody told me
You can't hold me, so why you actin bold G?
Come correct when you steppin dude, don't get rude
or I might blast you durin my interlude
But for real though, I'm doper than chronic
A million dollar man, but I'm not bionic
Erick Sermon, a name you know so don't front kid
E.D., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig?
Goal is to get Naughty by Nature
And blow up like when girls blow up my SkyPager
Make loot by the stacks - so when I come back
through my neighborhood, they see I'm doin good
I got my hat to the back, my hands down below
So act like you know
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 2X)
Imma gitz mine, you go and get yours (3X)
Imma gitz mine, you got it!
[Erick Sermon]
Part two, show the way I flip the funk lyric
and get ghost - with the magical form of spirit
I do my thing, I don't dare front or flake
I commence to earthquake, dominate, and cremate
Abuse and use a funky form of dialect
when I mic check, I freak the ill concept like
skip to my loo my darling, I hear someone calling
Hey, Erick Sermon, yes yes y'alling
I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
to the bus stop, and flash back to the wop
Now I got the +Vibeology+, in a funky way
Somethin Paula Abdul would say
My style Development, should be Arrested
Arrested Development, _Everyday People_
from my heritage kickin, E's on a mission
It's a black thing kid, and not the Blonde Ambition
Mackaframa, fly mack-dose
Got props from North South, East and the West coast
Like Michael Jackson boy, just _Leave Me Alone_
Cause once again it's on
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
(Worrrd) One two, as I speak upon the funk
Why is that when the ?, the people told the junk
Man, we can't have anything
Why can't we all just get along like my man Rodney King
I'm a young man, doin what I have to
Who asked you? I'm doin what I gotta do
I'm guaranteed to have my own show, like Arsenio
if I maintain to be a desperado
Stayin wicked when I kick it through your speaker
You might think I'm a alien, but that's a corny ?
Because my ways are, "Strange -- and I like it"
and got power like a psychic
I'm +Cool Like Dat+ when I react with the rap
but if you ain't down with it then get the bozack
[erick sermon]
Check it out
I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky
Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey
With the flavor I be kickin, dope
Like my horoscope, a sagittarius, no joke
Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like mike
Who am i? (e.d.) right, right
Can you believe it, even stevie wonder couldn't see it
I'm catchin wreck so beat it
Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme
To fit you like a pair of calvin kleins
Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin
And have the homeboys thinkin
I'm the man of hour, of the hour
I found he-man, jacked him for his power (gimme that)
Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!
Chorus: erick sermon (repeat 4x)
Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." -> slick rick}
Watch me do it up like that.. {"like.. like.."}
[erick sermon]
Yeah, e's real dope (word? ) yes indeed
No one can stop me, ask apollo creed
I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep
Like the brady bunch, and we all smoke the blunts
(word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market
Mics I spark it, with the funky target
You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me
With the one-two, before I rush you and crush you
I'm on a mission, like a church group called commission
Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea)
E double, a nigga standin tall
Rockin the microphone "for all of y'all"
Word up, live on your station
Gettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the nation
Don't forget, I'm still cock diesel
Hoes be on me like the measles
Chorus
[erick sermon]
Oh no it's the _end of the road_
Oh my God like wanye, today was a good day
Word, ooh yah, I rip the mic to shreds
Enough lyrical food to keep the ethiopians fed
Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} I inhale
From the k.d. posse, two of my homegirls
When I rock the mic and get freaky and nasty
People in the industry seldom ask me
Whassup, whassup, whassup
Wit you e, ask eddie murphy (yea yea)
Don't forget, to reach for the stars
Cause I'm past that, I'm reachin for mars, so
Peace to all those true human beings
Hehehehe, I see you in the coliseums
Chorus
"this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
"this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
"this is my motherfuckin house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
Yah...
Don't stop now...
We done did it again...
I see you there from time to time...
I know whatchu lookin for...
I can give it to you...
Go on do your thing...
(chorus)
Go on do your thing mama
Just enjoy yourself
You aint gotta be all by yourself
Your not lookin for a man
You want a special friend
To lend a helpin hand tonight
Go on do your thing...
Baby your sure comin on strong
But aint nothin wrong
With going after whatchu want
How that you've been workin all week
Now your workin on me, feelin on me, buying me drinks
And your tellin me...
(female chorus)
I'm not a ho
Cause I slept with someone
So I'm not a trick
If I want a lil dick
I'm not tryin ta judge ya
I just wanna love ya
(chorus)
Girl the way your lookin at me
I can tell your a freak
And baby, I like what I see
You say it's been too long
You don't mean to come on strong
But you really need a tune up from someone...
Oh Girl...
(female chorus)
I'm not tryin ta judge ya
I just wanna love ya
(chorus)
We do it like this, like this...
Where all the ladies all alone in here
That wanna have fun tonight
(female)
Where all the fellas all alone in here
That can make my body feel right
Well Ma, I'm right here
(female)
Boy I'm right here...
I can't lie, ya look tight...
Girl I'll come, what I'm with...
Don't be scared...
(female)
We gonna do the damn thing tonight
(chorus)
(female)
Sometime I need somebody
That'll touch my body
Come and touch my body, sexy (oooh)
Sometimes ya need somebody
That'll touch your body
And that somebody should be me...
(chorus)
(female)
Im'a do my thing, Im'a do my thing, Im'a do my thing, Let me do my thing, Daddy...
Go on do your thing, go on do your thing, go on do you thing, go on do your thing, Momma...
(female)
Im'a do my thing, Im'a do my thing, Im'a do my thing, Let me do my thing, Daddy...
Parrish smith:
One hot summer day back around the way
A new kid moved onto the block and his name was jay
Jay was cool, he trucked jewels, packed a nine mil
Yeahhh, and kept his smitty's on his tool
Erick sermon:
Anyway jay portrayed to be like gard
So we took him in, and put him down with the hit squad
His house was phat, full court in the back
Jacuzzi in his bedroom, a welcome on the doormat
P - plus azt, full house alarm system
One rottweiler, one pitbull, no one could vic him
E - something strange about the crib, I had to think
Why the whole God damn house was dressed in hot pink
P - yo jay, where's your bathroom, bust a move I gotta piss
E - three doors on the left homeboy, ya can't miss
P - my head was busted
E - disgusted
P - I said, what's goin on?
I seen a douche bag, and safety maxi-pad tampons
E - left the bathroom, went back where I was
P - tapped jay on the shoulder and said,
E - eiyyyooo cuz
P - I thought you lived alone
E - I do
Parrish smith:
Are you certain?
There's bras and leotards, hangin on the curtain
Yo jay what's your problem, homeboy you look stunned
What are you doin? put down that knife... where's my gun?
Shit's thick, I reached for my tool I wasn't strapped
Left the nine in the car, right next to the jim hat
It's my ass, I better think fast real quick
I got a flashback *ahh* from a bruce lee flick
Got in my stance
E - don't lie
P - kay I broke for the door
Tripped on some bullshit in the living room floor
Jay rushed me, I grabbed him, scooped him up in the yoke
E - ahh shit
P - kicked him in the nuts
E - that's all she wrote
P - it was like rapunzel
E - rapunzel?
P - down came his hair
E - titties popped out
P - and there was ass everywhere
E - jay a transvestite?
P - not quite he was more like
*j to the a to the n to the e*
E - yo p, don't tell me, you went out like a sucker
P - chill, took off that mustache, grabbed that ass and I fucked her
Peace, I'm audi 5000 *laughing*
E - audi 5000
P - ahh shit!
All of that real shit, you know what I'm saying?
E - jane? haircut, haircut like anita baker?
P - the whole shit. yo e, the whole shit, you know what I'm saying?
Nah you can't man, I ran right up in her like bruce jenner
E - but better
P - right in there man, I didn't even care, are you crazy?
Was that holdin me up?
E - don't tell me it was jane you were juicin
Intro:
All this way, I'm doing my thang (x2)
Verse 1:
Guess who? the realist flavors like mystic
Coming through with drama, question my karma
E-double mack supreme, um I got cha, I'm in my land crusier pumpin' junior
M.a.f.i.a.
I'm freshly dipped and I'm ready for the night, I'm doin' the boom bang
Boogie band for my niggas
No gold diggers, it might resort to triggers
But a few tricks that's down for the cause, breakin' all laws, and takin'
Off they drawers
Cristle flowin', moet flowin', don p flowin', y'all not knowin'
Huh, it's on like that and everybody's welcome
So react, bitch no diggity, ain't no future in my frontin', just ask mc
Breed
Yo jazzy bring the leaves
Hook:
I got freaks in the living room gettin' it on and they ain't leavin' till
Six in the morining
Yeah, cause I'm the man above and if you're going down, um I got 'em (x2)
Verse 2:
Lookin' at my roley it's about that time, a quarter past 9
I'm lookin' through my blind, cars start rollin' up
It's my niggas and my cousin jah-boogie with the goodies
And behind his ass some girls in a wrangler
Gettin' out doin' it, I'm watchin' them persuein' it
Huh, they all come in, I give my niggas a pound
Just chill while I start the sound, now the vibe is on like butter on
Popcorn (say what? )
So we gonna do it all night long, 3 hours past by, I'm off the hook
There's girls everywhere, I swear, I swear
Smoke in the atmosphere, indo on the window
Check out this light ? , on this here single, ha ha ha
I freaks the funk for my people, y'all know the sequal, technique is mad
Lethal
Hook (x2)
Verse 3:
Uh, it's all good I suppose, I'm still feakin' hoes
I'm still freakin' flows, I'm boombastic, shaggy
My pants stay bagggy, karl kani down, so how's that sound?
Hey, I'm the best thing since ac, I'm gettin' money and the sex is free
Realize recognize I be the green eyed bendit in flesh, and y'all know the
Rest
Chorus:
[Rap]
its your game
and now its all up to you
[Singa]
cos thats how we do
[Rap]
cos you are
[Sing]
a fighter
[Rap]
cos you are
[Singa]
fighter
Verse1:
You paint it on the wall
now its time to stand tall
stop acting so week
the everlasting loosers
are bad to succed
Prechorus1:
[Rap]and i wonder
[Sing]is this all you asking for
[Rap]seem today
[Sing]theres no excuses anymore
Chorus:
[Rap]its your game
and now its all up to you
[Sing]cos thats how we do
[Rap]cos you are
[Sing]a fighter
[Rap]cos you are
[Sing] fighter
Verse2:
You seen it all before
you never knew the score
now wash away the curse
welcome to the show
to playground universe
Prechorus2:
[Rap]see this life
[Sing]you see this life got ashamed
[Rap]if you wont break
[Sing]and you wont break out [Rap&Sing;]break out of the frame
Chorus:
[Rap]its your game
and now its all up to you
[Singa]cos thats how we do
[Rap]cos you are
[Sing]a fighter
[Rap]cos you are
[Singa] fighter
Bridge:
the one will never knew your name
if you don't try to run a game
?????????
you got a ?george?
george like a hurrican
Chorus:
[Rap]its your game
and now its all up to you
[Singa]cos thats how we do
[Rap]cos you are
[Sing]a fighter
[Rap]cos you are
[Singa] fighter
Outro:
[Rap]its your game
[Rap&Sing;]Like a hurricane
[Rap]its your game
[Rap&Sing;]Like a hurricane
[Rap]its your game
[Rap&Sing;]Like a hurricane
Peace to Chuck
Chuck D
Yeah, uhh
You're not tellin' em huh? Yeah
They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
When I'm supreme rap star, they all know me
E.D. when I flash the greens on TV
MC's be robbin me of my technique
The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound
And if you ask me, they must be on the jock
Of the innovator, one, two rock roll bounce to skater
Okay fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick
Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit
EPMD Erick and Parrish, makin' dollars
With the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors
Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us
Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin' us, yeah son
The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox
Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material
Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial
My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial
And stashed it, until I have to kill at will
Keep it movin', yes, it's me in the flesh
It's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions
Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap
I'm a professional, Tiger Woods I'm good
Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
The inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie
Don't take drinks from strangers 'cuz niggaz slip mickies
That's why I stay on cue, like Omar Epps in JUICE
So chill and bust the debut
In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's
Back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Never say never
What? EPMD's back together
And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater
Flip the ill slick flow, flow
Watch us throw, throw
Down with the other brothers toe to toe
And if ya slow ya blow
That's why we comin with the ammo
Yo ten year veterans
A thousand rap sessions
Yeah, the hard rockers
The crowd shockers
The head knockers
Yeah, EPMD's off the rockers
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
And I'm Parrish Smith
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, huh, yeah
Dude whassup?
Yeah, that was dope, word up
EPMD for Nine, what? Whatever, yeah, uh, huh
Intro:ha ha ha ha. this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to y'all
Funky fuckers
Erick sermon:
Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk from the kitchen
Then commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it
So I'm a chill and let red get into a fly poetic justice
Redman:
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
When I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it
Erick sermon:
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, erick sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I gangsta lean while drs will put the smoke in my
Chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook:
E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk (x2)
Erick sermon:
Someones knockin' at my door, yo johnny gill, I need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember? and if you don't call michael jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him, erick sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say, I got more props than richard bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck
Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with tony braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! this is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "that's the one!"
Of coarse I'm funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
And I'm deeper than nostradomis, when I'm in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro:
Ha ha ha. this is dr. trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more
Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
*scratch* from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro!)
*whistling*
Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
repeat Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nuts DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough, niggas gettin snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged raw shit, catchin niggas in the gut
Cause I'm blastin niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz, nigga
So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your dick (dick)
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealous niggas on the dick?
It's mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it
But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
Chorus 1/2
Verse Two:
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crucial just start to panic
and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
Niggas spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin somebody
My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop, and never will and
so kill it, I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
Chorus
Intro:
This goes out to my peoples in queens. representing, brooklyn, uptown.
Yeah, yeah boogie down bronx, staten island, all the way to new jersy. tri
State area. long island
Verse 1:
Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep
Like gutters
I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through fire
Across barded wire, what? I'm quick to change faces without r. kelly
When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up like house kitchen
When I'm bitchin' with this redition, chill or you might catch an ass
Whippin'
There's something wrong ha, I can't go on, and commence
Tear the frame out an mc's ass with the quickness, no forgiveness
This is the way e does buisness, one touch and I'll weaken the average came
To be rap star
By far by far, my entourage is sugar hill like wesly snipes
Def squad is the main attraction for y'all everynight
Hook:
"i came through the door" - rakim
And I set it off (x4)
Verse 2:
Dun da da, the e double brings it full steam
Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream
I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and decapitate all
Gimmick mc's
Yeah, I come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those duck mc's that
Can't handle
My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a symbol like
The grym reaper
To signify, gamma ray I display on wax is ridiculous, way out likt the crew
On star trek
Yeah, I keep my style black like panthers, with women more fat than
Samathas
Damn, this don't make no f in' sense, for me to be on top bigger than
Monuments
A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole
That got put into your soul
Hook (x4)
Verse 3:
For those that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see
My names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I develop
Without speech (woah)
On bended knee I could damage an mc, thourgholy
Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black superman in the
Flying through the air with green eyes
Hook (x4)
Keith murray talking outro:
Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. don't even step up, word is born.
L.o.d. is in here too you know what I'm sayin'? def squad for life, ppp
Taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest, north, south,
East, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south, everywhere I sets it
Off. you know what I'm saying? paintin the boards, rippin' the mic, rippin'
Yea what up, 1 time, 1 time, pmd, mic doc
9-7, 2 thous and beyond, check it, check it
Step aside, peep the wide body, kicking shit like karate
Or catch me on a harley, but puff like the marley's
Do narly, tims and rims wit the fat knobbies
The rap teflon don here to crash a party
You know the status, who the baddest wit this apparatus
Who's the fattest, who gives a phuck 'cause it don't matter
Always rock shit, high in the cockpit
Infrared lock and hit, terminate the target
'cause when I put it down, clown, I don't phuck around
How you sound, act like you know or catch a beatdown
(chorus)
It's the microphone doctor, back making housecalls
Many often wonder is md paid(4x)
Got more stripes than colin powell, ? stoned and towel? , I keep my shit rugged
Thuggish rugged, you'se laced wit ice nuggets
Who you shittin me. lyrics spittin and squad still hittin
Track flippin, we're nippin, politicin
Niggaz trippin, slippin like a transmission
Or blown gasket, you bastard
You get your ass kicked, tuxedo wit the casket
Blowing steam, one half of the dream team
Cream fiends hit 16 on the rhyme scene
Keep it off the meter, rub it wit the dark caesar
Blow like ether, grim like the phucking reaper
When I act out, mc's back out
Pull the mac out, go the distance in the rap out
Chorus
Swinging back, get you dome cracked in combat
Full contact on impact when p react
Keep it cool at all times, bust rhyme
Get mine, black einstein wit basslines
From hoodies to skullies, skullies down to tims
I'm all in black benz, trees and trojans
Niggaz frozen, like manic, it's phucking posing
On display, no place, he foreign attache
Case, hit squad lace the place
Set the pace like o.j. in the bronco chase
(Moka Only)
Talking You, What Ya'll Want To Do Just Don't Let...
We're Doing This The Way You Want To Do
Rocking You, Just Watch How Your Shit Gets Blown Back...
I Know You Wish You Could Do It Too
People Think That They Came The Way That Swollen Do...
The Members Do It Like You'd Never Knew
Getting It, By Grip, That's The Way We Rolling...
You Better Move It When We're Stepping Through
(Mad Child)
I'm the first thing to burst a verse of Street Stalker
Off my rocker of Red Bull and Vodka
Provocatively, walking like you're talking to me
Branded outlandish, triple decker stress sandwich
It's an ambush, turn out back to canvas
Ain't it the art words, painted with pain in my heart
New York to L.A., Yonge Street to Robson
We get the job done and rob with tracks on
(Prevail)
Live in effect to such, graze the edge of the metal
Raise taste, game face, first place, the rebel
In the cage with the lions, engage with the giants
Stars with temper, Red October, Prev the Cobra
I coil the sunset, coiled my drumset
Spitting grease out my grill, ya'll I'm Formula One
Crack a hole in your helmet, your bucket, your pail
Moka, Mad Child, Kemo, Prevail
(Moka Only)
Talking You, What Ya'll Want To Do Just Don't Let...
We're Doing This The Way You Want To Do
Rocking You, Just Watch How Your Shit Gets Blown Back...
I Know You Wish You Could Do It Too
People Think That They Came The Way That Swollen Do...
The Members Do It Like You'd Never Knew
Getting It, By Grip, That's The Way We Rolling...
You Better Move It When We're Stepping Through
You feel me as if I was a part of you
If you really feeling what you want to do
If you see how Moka Only gets it done
Swollen Mem, get it off, never sweat it none
Jump in the air, hands in the air, put them up
(Mad Child)
Yo, we shocked we made it, Mad Child rocks the greatest
When I'm intoxicated, got locked, we waited
And invaded and stated the tactics activated
Can't hate it, you play the track and tax infatuated it
Fatal attraction, won't stop till I'm Platinum
Bam-Bam gonna flatten them, I'm baseball batting them
Quick draw McGraw, rap assault rifle
Go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho
(Prevail)
We're the main attraction boy, you're just a sideshow
My bubbletonic glows in the glass, don't try to hide bro
They spin the bottle from the Beat Junkie to the Sonar
The curb to the club, heavy hitting like a crowbar
No stars, no bruises, no cuts or bumps
The signs of a veteran, how'd you come up chump
Through the back door, this is a brand new rap war
Blow the speaker through the mic stand and brand the dance floor
(Moka Only)
Talking You, What Ya'll Want To Do Just Don't Let...
We're Doing This The Way You Want To Do
Rocking You, Just Watch How Your Shit Gets Blown Back...
I Know You Wish You Could Do It Too
People Think That They Came The Way That Swollen Do...
The Members Do It Like You'd Never Knew
Getting It, By Grip, That's The Way We Rolling...
You Better Move It When We're Stepping Through
Talking You, What Ya'll Want To Do Just Don't Let...
We're Doing This The Way You Want To Do
Rocking You, Just Watch How Your Shit Gets Blown Back...
I Know You Wish You Could Do It Too
People Think That They Came The Way That Swollen Do...
The Members Do It Like You'd Never Knew
Getting It, By Grip, That's The Way We Rolling...
Intro:
"i want to know of you, I want to know of you"
Xross breeds in the house representin' queens. I'm gonna send this out to
Um, those fake so-called keepin' it real, ha ha, check it out
Verse 1:
I gets the urge to let loose on shit, bringin' the vibe like phife dog and
Q-tip
Midnight black darkness, it's the area or place thats destincive enought to
Trace
The bass, my tune throughout the room, and if you want it, it's here to
Consume
Now let's warm things up for instance a witness, as I break it down up in
This sentence
He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall, on they face
Not able to dip di in the place, my style is vintage, doper than any wine
On the market
Mics I spark it, flying tracks is my target, (def squad) I handles my
Situation
Without lyrics form jason's, I still get's ill, beeotch
Even from the jealosy I recieve, you can't hold me back I won't retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices
Or italian ices, no matter what the problem is, I still, ah 1-2, in your
Face like I'm biz
Hook:
Boy meets world "i want to know of you, I want to know of you."
I wanna know if you feel me though (x8)
Verse 2:
I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like
If I had to battle a whole crew, if I couldn't beat them
Then my conscience would defeat them, yeah
I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy, but I will let something off if these
People keep stressing me
This is madness, I wish I was around when that midnight train to georgia
Picked up gladis
Listen close life is just what you make of it, if you wanna be happy like
Mary j.
Then hey, then get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance
Knowing that the industry is fulling up with drama got some hype (fakness
From people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type stars are frauds, get the sword
Outro:
And the question is asked. who is the fake nigga? who is the fake brother
That is always fuckin' up your shit. you wanna know how a niggas fake?
Check it out. sit back and you focus your shit from a general perspective,
And if your shit ain't lookin' tight, there's a fake nigga in your
Circumference. and that's word is born. for the 9-5 area, cause def squad
[parrish smith]
Sick em champ...
Well I have a new dance, that you all must learn
You may have seen the pee-wee herman but it's had it's turn
Now this brand new dance, I know you not with it
You might break your neck, to really try to get it
If you seen the clumsy movie it was called the jerk
You had to check out steve martin as he started to work
He was doin freaky moves with his feet and head
With his blue farmer suit and his big pro-keds
Now if you wanna learn it, it really takes time
That's why I'm here now tellin you this rhyme
And if you never seen it, then I'll be startin
My brand new funky dance, called the steve martin
Like this... get em steve, get em
Get em steve, get em steve, get em
Get em...
Like this...
[erick sermon]
Well the dance is def, and it's gonna last
I don't really think any other dance will pass
All the dancers out there tryin to freak on the floor
When they see me do the martin they try to ignore
When they see my dance, they came to a surprise
I caught the suckers ducks speakin eye to eye
While they bitin my stuff, like I wasn't there
But they didn't have the right so, I didn't care
Sway your arms around your back, then across your chest
Do the crazy leg sweep from right to left
It's the steve...
[parrish smith]
Like this...
Get em steve, get em steve, get em...
Get em steve, get em steve, get em...
Get em...
Well it's back to the man on the mic you see
Because I'm stuck to my dance like a dog on a flea
Now I know my dance is the funky dance comin
Pee-wee herman (bizmarkie) was pumpin (but mines is jumpin)
It's the steve...
Like this, sick em champ
(steve martin's in full effect!)
Sick em champ
(yo steve's a weasel! show em how your steve martin go)
Get em steve, get em steve, get em (repeat 4x)
(ahh yeah, steve martin in full effect)
Epmd, strikin once again, funky fresh in the flesh
(true, yo, pmd! oww, yeah...)
I be the p double e-m-d in the place
(yeah check this out p, I think this is the last record of the album...
Awww we made it!)
Yo yo what time is it?
[erick sermon]
Nineteen eighty-eight is so great, and eighty-nine even better
And don't forget, to take off that hot sweater...
Yeah check this out y'all!
We got this funky track, ahh, yo yo yo
Check this out homeboys
Because we dope, the dope-di-dope-di-dope-di-dope
The dope-di-dope-nope-we-ain't-no-joke
No-joke-no-j oke, so pmd! yo!
We ain't no joke, no-joke-no-joke-no-joke-the-dope
(on the columbo tip!)
I'm the real deal homeboy, for real
(on the strength!)
Because we in there, yes we in there
And we're outta here, like last year
(we lost the bandwagon, because I'm housin...)
We goin straight for the kill because you're loungin
[pmd]
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing
Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
(yo p you was packin? ) you know I'm strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz
[e double]
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a long island train
That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like luther vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best mc
The e the d-o-u-b-l-e
Because I'm housin (3x)
[pmd]
Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker mc like crisco
Every chance I get, I try to kill
That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill
I keep the place jumpin til the party's through
Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues
Take off your coat, won't you stay a while
Check out the voice that is smooth and mild
It's like wheel of fortune, go on for big money
Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey
[e double]
Gimme the cue, check one two
Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
Treatin me the e doubl-e, like a stepchild
Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul
Mc's, you know who you are
(on the bandwagon) why p? (cuz you a star)
This is the year that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start cappin
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
As I proceed to rock, the girls are clockin
Some brothers act hard but the rest are jockin
Because I'm housin (4x)
[pmd]
I come on strong, like a bodybuilder
Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch matilda
Deliver a rhyme like federal express
My intention's not to dis, but impress
For the ladies and gents, the money was spent
To see the e-p-double-e-m-d (yes the main event)
In concert... not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work)
To make your body jerk
(to make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt
With the p) double-e md double e'n
I'm not skeezing, but pleasing
All party goers, also behind show-ers
Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome
Out the mouth, to the microphone
Because I'm housing (4x)
Dj la boss, on the scratch
Lounge
(pmd)
Yea, check 1,2, one time for ya mind
2 times for ya mind, pmd going braceline, bassline
Prodigy, hit squad and the mobb. 9-7, check it out
Hey, yo, six foot and change, I still do my thang
You niggaz is game, blacker skills wit the hand swing
Time to black out, you act out, blow ya back out
The p wit the no-look pass like iverson and stackhouse
(prodigy)
Hey, yo, painkiller key raps, get dope off of this here shit
Writing prescriptions for your addiction
We doing it, yo, p, this shit is off the meter
Neither him nor his man neither can top this shit hit
(chorus)(pmd)
It's the p-double e-m-d-e-e(yo, it's the p)
E-double pushing up lex bubble(3 1/2x)
Check p, the rap vet, freak the rap tech
Peep the black tech, ass bent, run, some will leave your back wet
So pmd and prodigy will hit you hard
Lace p wit the plan and let the mobb do the phucking job
(prodigy)
I kick, shit that you can feel like you're holding it
Grab a hold of this, rip tight like it's your last bit
Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip
Lyric that's beyond the year 2000
The dominant, confident niggaz is conquering
Overminding, my mom done did it again
Vertical rap, straight up and down this wolf pack
Or go at the whole globe, attack the map
Ambassador p, we strengthly strip his sleeves of his stripes
Granted for the rest of your life
Now you can sit back and cherish the time that we spent
The foul memory of ? timbos, bison less?
(pmd)
Now who's the kid claiming death wit the s on his chest
Smoking cess, sounding like meth, I guess he need press
And yes, he must be insane wit no brain, on that cocaine
Lying on your dick, saying you hit jane
The punk doctor, I gotcha, so get the boz-ile
You little hostile, you end up missing like hoffa
My style's proper, extraordinaire, quite rare
Excellent to the ear, so kid, you never compare
Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
*scratch* from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro!)
*whistling*
Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
repeat Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nuts DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough, niggas gettin snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged raw shit, catchin niggas in the gut
Cause I'm blastin niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz, nigga
So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your dick (dick)
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealous niggas on the dick?
It's mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it
But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
Chorus 1/2
Verse Two:
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crucial just start to panic
and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
Niggas spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin somebody
My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop, and never will and
so kill it, I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
Chorus
Have some sex
Safe sex
Word 'em up
Okay, it's time for some action
A little passion, some booty waxin'
For the bozac, make sure he's strapped
And if baby got back, then yo, we with that
Call up a few people on the phone
Yo we're havin' a party, at my private home
Some bring some chronic, plus some brew
Call up your girl and invite her too
Come active and bring purple lactives
'cause we're gonna get more busy than gymnastics
And do the humpty hump all night
So when you come with the boy, make sure you're right
It's nine o'clock, party starts at ten
So enough for now, I'll talk to you then
Later, huh, I'll see you when you get here
And make it quick, ah yeah
Time for some safe sex
[chorus]
Safe sex
Safe sex
Safe sex
We all need (safe sex)
Ding dong, there goes the bell
I opened up the door and oh, what the hell
It was a buncha niggas standin' by my door
I said come in, but respect my floor
That means take off your shoes and englands
'cause I'm a gentleman, some say distinguished
All of y'all put your things up in the kitchen
And the rest of y'all sit down and listen
Be free and relax in what you're wearin'
Let's all be happy like bobby mcferrin
And get loose and produce the funky juice
And let's swing this shit like they swing a forty deuce
They want some reggae, like some flex
Time to have sex
And it's all night, so turn off the light
And let's get high as a kite
And have safe sex
[chorus]
Somebody say sex (sex)
Say safe sex (safe sex)
I love it (I love it)
I need it (I need it)
But for real, when you're havin' sex
No matter what type, make sure you wear the latex
To all of the cons out there sexin'
Stop and look, boy, you're stressed out protection
Cause aids is real and something to beleive
Or not make-beleive and fake like hair weave
A death wish like charles bronson
And if you don't beleive me then ask magic johnson
About the sex
Tom j is in the house (repeat 2x)
Rap is outta control (repeat 6x)
Verse one: erick sermon
G, man, do I have the power like he-man
To crack a wack mc's head, open like a pea can
Damn, my name should become sam
But I prefer, a grand royal for the jam
I'm putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out
Hey son, I suggest that you head out
I total, cremate, strikin mic flakes
I won't break, I make more nerds than a earthquake
Strong, got more strength than king kong
I'm worldwide, I'm interviewed like kaity chung
I'm on now, live at 12, it's so dope
All the way to 4 o'clock, there no soaps
I'm able to rock the mic nice and stable
It's a chance that you might see me on cable
Vision, showtime or hbo with the flow
Getting more play than rambo
Aiyyo, whatta you know, party people, rap is outta control
Rap is outta control, it's definitely, fuckin outta control
Rap is outta control, rap is definitely is outta control
It's outta control, rap is outta control
Verse two: pmd
Straight from the underground, where universal beatdown is a mush
Yo, I stuck crab mc, e (too late, he got crushed)
Was he a pop rap singer, r&b; swinger
Faggot who jumped the gate and now you get the finger
In other words, it's absurd to try to get wit
The brother from brentwood, long island, nicknamed swift lip
I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the slam track
Wit a beck's in my right hand, left hand on bozack
I moved on ya posse, first reaction was oh shit
Let's do that brother, hell no (why) he's too quick
So dial 1-900-55-eat-shit
I pack a twelve shot nine mil and yes I still kick
(what) ass like a jock (height) 6'3 and stocky
(rap name) not balboa, so motherfuck rocky
I'm the mainstream supreme, slamming like aikeem
The dream, and yes sometimes it may seem that
Rap is outta control (repeat 2x)
Sure dude, rap-rap-rap-rap-rap, for sure dude
Rap is outta control, yes, yes y'all, yes y'all
Yes y'all, yes y'all, kick it e
Verse three: erick sermon, pmd
I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall
Ha ha, your rhymes stall
When I bust caps, until they kryptonite caps
I reign of steel, I swap bullets like that
I'm like, superman, fly high up in the sky
And if you try to shoot me down, clown, I won't die
I cremate
I hate, let's exterminate
Wait for a second, e, time to debate
As I take my fisherman hat off, there's no hat
[erick sermon]
Oh.. yeahhuhh!
Def squad
Chorus: erick sermon
It's all in the mind.. (pump pump, lickin shots!) *7x*
(pump pump, lickin shots)
[erick sermon]
Aiyyo it's the master rap maniac, comin fat like dat
That's my habitat, with the funk track
From the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks
Who who? I hear someone knockin at my door
It must be soup, a black human bein
I think it's about time for y'all to see him
[soup]
Sometimes I get blindsided with the flow, I never know
They yell hoe, assumin the motions of a cool flow
Notions of a cool, it's the s, ohhhhhh
Never come test, noooooooo, cause even the best'll have to
Go out with the rest, nestea and a bag of sess for me
Ackninckulous, I kill the weeds in my chest
[erick sermon]
Back on the rebound, it's the magnificents funkdullah
Old schooler, more sole/soul than dr. scholl-ah
Freakin wicked so it sticks in your dome
On the chrome microphone so I take it home
Don't neglect, just respect, the mic check
Don't forget, I still snap necks and come correct
I leave the microphone burnin (burnin)
Green eyed bandit, my ? full name is erick sermon
[soup]
Erick sermon, sermon with the preaching
I'm fuckin up people's heads without speaking, without speaking
Clearly, loudly, niggaz crowd around the speaker
To hear me freak the, note like tamika
But sweeter, sixty phoneta, sneaker if you
Peep the, jams and you reap the fields
With the roots and uh, my name is soup, and uh
I flow like orange juice or tropicana, and uh
Chorus
[erick sermon]
Breaker breaker, shh, I hear some static
Stop and get my automatic, the rusty one from the attic
And shoot, or be killed, and if I ill I might cause
A bloodspill so I have to chill and get
Totally disgusting on the microphone
Whyyyyyyyyy, because it's onnnnn (it's on, it's on)
It's on (it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on!!)
[soup]
The industry is a trick, and everyone is on the dick
A cheap trick, just like ? like ?
I peep it, everyone, wants me to sound like
A ? , I'm dyin, before I get up from behind
It's crushin up the rush of the rhyme in my mind
Drink and trust - blind, think and trust - my, nine
Because, nine lives nine triggers
Fine rhymes equal the nine figures
Yeah the cold cash, I hold a bold stash
Yeah pockets next to my nineteen year old ass
Yeah, God bless the child with his own
God bless the roots and outsiders who zone
Motherfuckers caps, get bucked in the dome
Lick a shot, in his mad packed crazy chrome
Chorus (+ soup shouting over)
[soup]
Like that, but it's all words
Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
And foes, God knows, I chose the pros
That rose, still froze-n, chose-n, you
S-o-u and the p, e, r-i-c-k
Erick sermon, kickin a rhyme this way
Yeah! it's all in, your mind
It's all in, my mind
[sermon doing a high-pitched voice]
Erick sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!
[erick sermon]
Word up
"you're quite hostile..."
"i got a right to be hostile!"
[jeff stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready
Help me bring to the stage the grandmaster
The undisputed heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green eyed bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand royal
Erick sermon!
[erick sermon]
It's the e double (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is drastic
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the microphone
Daddy's home, the owner of the chrome (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; even the wicked witch
Couldn't get with the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
Time to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out like sheep
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For your protection, go sit in the r&b; section
For this session
Cause I'm real deal boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the suburbs
Peace to the underground, where I create my sound
That's more doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the fuck slouch? (yeah)
I'ma be back, for now I'm out (word up!)
"you're quite hostile..."
[jeff stewart]
And now "i gotta right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest transparent style on the planet
"you're quite hostile..."
"i gotta right to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., kirkland ave
"you're quite hostile..."
The one and only philly blunt king
"i gotta right to be hostile!"
"you're quite hostile..."
"i gotta right to be hostile!"
[keith murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and left
Rhymin to death, makin a world when I take a deep breath
With a body boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a psychopath
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break fool
And pull out my get busy tools
I write like a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper than a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest thing in this world
Is my notion, for murderous poetry in motion
And the illiotic shit I come across
Form a leash you're trapped in with explosive force
I push your head through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in purgatory
It's ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I catch blood on my blade
I take my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and stupid bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed like a laundromat
My context'll wreck your whole concept
Cause my delivery is so complex
And I'm inter-galactic on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I kick
I'm high strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz wanna get dumb
My dialogue comes straight from the slums
Damnage to your medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya better tell em
[jeff stewart]
("hostile" sample set repeats in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what you've just witnessed
Is the incredible skills of erick sermon.. and keith murray
Coming to an album near you soon
This has been another erick sermon production
This is jeff stewart signing off, and until next time saying...
[chorus, ice cube]
With tha boom and ping!
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring!
(repeats 4 times)
[erick sermon]
What's the 411?
Erick sermon, ice cube, and kam are here to get the job done
So back the fuck up! I have an attitude, dude, I'm 'bout ta get rude
I'm buckin' out shots during my interlude
Right about now I'm 'bout ta get corageous like the cat
Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack
The american dream, the people choice pick
I flip more vowels than pat sajak's white bitch
I'm bad ask michael jackson's dad about e-double
The mack fram, the black superman made of steel
The mic I'm holdin' is a samson
E-d the green eyed bandit in raw fashion
I'm lettin' niggaz know my territory
My ground is rugged. I kill a million niggaz so fuck it!
Nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone
Once again it's on with the brand new song, yeah boy!
[chorus]
[kam]
God damn, not kam!
But I'm afraid so, I lay low like a brick
Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum 'cause here comes the 411
Little devils don't go to heaven, 187 on a saltine cracker
Smack a, paranoid busta so don't make me have to act a fool
What's up? now you can determine
The west coast niggaz is down with erick sermon on the g tip
We trips hard on the opposition
Three niggaz on a mission so listen to the ill shit
'cause we'll get wrecked!
What you expect! fuck a rain nigga take a chin check!
[chorus]
[ice cube]
Well here I go again, throwin' up the w
Ice cube and I'm down wit' e-double crew
Pullin' up in my homie's black 6-4
Hittin' switches but mine's a convertible
Matched to the west side, still got the 2-2
'cause some niggaz don't believe in a gang truce
Personal shit what is this? ? ? epmd, goin' out of business?
God damnit! can't leave my dog stranded...the green eyed bandit
Picked up kam cause my nigga need a ride. fuck a peace treaty
But still have the 4-5...glock cocked for the clown
Yeah we down pulled up and echoed sound
Don't ya know that we can drop 10 of these, dope tracks
So fuck all our enemies!
[erick sermon]
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uhh, shadz of lingo in the house
E double's in the house with def squad
On the funky fresh track with shadz of lingo
Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown across town
I ain't with that, so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I'm doin
When I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like e.t.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
Than batman played by michael keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone that's black
With fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, erick sermon, he's one
Packs a gun, that's bigger than malcolm's
Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
So I can shoot his ass like cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the shadz of lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my pager
I'll see you later, because yo
Chorus: erick sermon
Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4x)
[shadz of lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
From the a.k., somebody scream mayday
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
From the e double, while I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
To run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
And don't give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that
Chorus
[shadz of lingo - 2]
Yo it's the lingo of the shadz
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
Melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit
That you used to, and stylin that you ain't
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic squeakin
A soundman's body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full week since this past december
And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, i'ma bust em
But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout murder
Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
Brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
Where's the {where's the} soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
Cause {cause}
Chorus
[erick sermon]
Hey young world
Check me out, check me, check me out
Hey young world
New york's in the house
Def squad's in the motherfuckin, house
New york's in the motherfuckin, house
Rowdy records in the motherfuckin, house
Def squad's in the motherfuckin, house
E.d.'s in the motherfuckin house (def jam boy)
Shadz of lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (russell simmons boy)
Good morning Mr. Bozack time to wake up the nuts
(For what)
To hit the shower, so I can wash the butt
Damn, word life I had a blast
(Last night was crazy)
It was ass for days nuts had a full tank of gas
Golly G word P tits and VD
Pussy kicking louder than my Alpine Benzi box
Yes, I fresh sweet like gumdrops
Pay me like Oprah and no one to cock block
Slow down big fella, I think, you're gassing me
(Why?)
P, get off my big dick, chill, stop harassing me
Your dick, you mean my dick and don't forget
Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish
Mr. Bozack
Mr. Bozack
That's your fault, black no Jim hat
(Explain)
You got in some fly shit and stuck me in bear back
Smarty, what happened over there at the party?
Was it Vodka and smeared on a bit of Bacardi?
No dick, sorry Mr. Bozack
(Don't call me that)
But you didn't help, talking 'bout
(Where the hoes at?)
I was hard, hard enough to buck
(How hard)
(Shit, you didn't rush the pussy)
See, I stuffed her like a duck
Mr. Bozack, you went out like a sucker
(What?)
Not me, G P 'cuz you the one who bucked her
Hachoo damn, here's a tissue
(God bless you)
Yo, P I'm feeling sick
Relax, what can I get you? Tetracycline
No a penicillin cap, it burns
Yo, chill Mr. Bozack
No, I can't believe that screw that
(Cool Jack)
All you had to do was wear a Jim hat
I reached for one but didn't quite make it
She grabbed on your head piece, I couldn't quite take it
Now lounge Mr. Bozack, stop cryin' like a wuss
Now bone up the nuts, G 'cuz yo, there's more puss
Look, P, the B O Z is like Audi
Audi like who
Motherfuckin' Kurt Gowdy
It's the Jim oww, it burns
Don't worry, G
I'll have ya hooked up on Friday
We'll go get the shot real quick
Everything will be copestetic
Oh, what the hell all
"Kick it over here baby pop!"
Chorus: Murray, Sermon, others
[KM] Swing it over here!
[all] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Swing it over here!
[all] C'mon swing it over here!
[KM] Y'all swing it over here!
[all] Yo swing it over here!
[KM] Come swing it over here!
[Red] Yo, swing it over there!
Verse One: Keith Murray
My rap style is swift like boom bips
so come get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of competition as ?? and
Keith Murray is the vocabulary champ
?Come in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four
times
and nobody got a style like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
regardless, tryin to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines with L.O.D.
Then bend you out of shape like a master Yogi
I put my head through your chest, just to see
who's next in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the
slaughterhouse
Chorus: change to [all] throughout
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
Cling cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than Don King without bouncing
boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the
microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split 'fore I explode -
BOOM!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew
on suspension
for being closed minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it right
and keep it hardcore and more blacker than Wesley
Snipes
To my crew there's no match
You want more funk then here's another batch, yo I
Chorus: [all] throughout
"The Redman that's what they call me" --> EPMD's
'Headbanger' (repeat 3X)
[ED] Oh no, here comes the Funkadelic Redman
Verse Three: Redman
Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! Could this be
the funk that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin
spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now Richard Dawson had a survey sayin that I was
awesome
Throw on your Walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in
your coffins
WAKE UP! While the blunt's laced up just to pick the
pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ?Seka? pussy papers
when I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno
you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like
scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the
Empire
to ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz
stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white man's
trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could
smoke
Intro:
(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.
Redman:
I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
Hook:
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)
Erick sermon:
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
Techs
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
Cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history
Hook (x4)
Passion:
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
Hook (x4)
Outro:
You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
It's on breaker 1, 2 mike checkin'
Flexin no half steppin
When I release the funky weapon
Like ricochet ping ping ping.
I make fans fell it even when I sing.
The green eyed bandit coming funky with the tune yes
I'm blowing up like tom berringer in platoon.
I'm playing kinda ruff like zapp
Whapp and e-double smack to all the crossover raps black
Who ain't down with the format
When you should be wearing khakis and not dress slacks
That's wack
You trippin you better wake up and smell the coffee
And then back up off me
I serious I can't believe some people letting frontiers in
And then compare them equal boy you must be buggin
You lucky you don't catch a slug in the chest in
From the smith and wessons.
Change the out look
Change the cover of the book
You hip hop crook and give back what you took.
It's the funk coming at cha
So don't let the crossover catch ya.
Boy stay real.
It's on again yeah about the fake hip hop trends
For those who can't comprehend just ask your friends
They know the real deal of rap music no frontin
You can't be talking loud and saying nothing
You must be true to the game you understand
And if not I could kill you man
For being false plus extra fake on the tape
Talking hardcore when you soft like a piece of cake.
You can't put nothing pass me that horrendous cause
I've been here since strictly business
The era of eric and rakim, biz, public enemy, run-dmc,
Houdini, the beasties, stetsa, fresh prince and jazzy jeff, ll
When he was rockin bells.
Sucker which fake emcee is rearranging the structure band
The motherf--ker. and don't let this happen again
Cause rap could be gone the wind.
So stay real.
Iii.
Yes I'm back black for those who might be confused
And lost and don't wanna pay the cost
Of me hardcore style type a human being
On the microphone when I be emceeing.
Some fake the funk and main source know it
How do I know cause mtv shows it.
Clowns that should be beat down on the spot
And catching nothing but speed knots the bumbadots
I insist we veto all fake emcees and wanna be's
That's worst than the aids disease.
So wake up spike lee joint
And don't be a knucklehead and get to the point
With the funk and pump up the volume
Make the wild tune to make the party boom
Peace to redman the rap funkadelic
Intro:
You abou to come through right. (yeah don't stress it.) you about to come
Through. (I got this check this out man.) you ain't gonna front on me (i
Ain't gonna front on niggas man.) make sure man I'm tellin' you right now.
(check this out. what I'm about to do right now.) you gonna kick it word
Up. ha
Erick sermon:
Personal ggats I gots about 11, without weapons I swing more bats than k7
Plus, I'm soup like campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like frank drebbin
In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin' flavor in ya ear
Plus I'm gettin' down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin' in some work
Hook:
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. don't slip or you won't be around next
Year
"well heres a little something that needs to be heard." - slick rick
Rosalyn:
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin'
Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause I posses gifts that's wickeder than hexas
That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing mc's like queens
And none of y'all can see me, got more boom bom than manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to rush limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of packed pistol posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin' my tape release date
Word born, I'm comin' in like a swarm
Then I'm gone before you can ring the alarm
Hook
Keith murray:
A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest arms and legs
When I'm coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal chemicals
Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal
Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That's a promise cause the squad don't make threats
I'm a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and beyond all that
Other bullshit
Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin', conceptive or
Consistant contestant
My deviant delieverance be leavin' mc's in the state of malmet depressive
(word up)
Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew you better
[P] Aiyyo whassup E man?
[E] Yo coolin PMD
[P] True true man, I just been lampin man
[P] So what you been up to lately man?
[E] Just been loungin man, knowhatI'msayin?
[P] True true man, yo man, who's your boy over there man?
[E] Oh that's my man from out of town
[P] Oh word man? Yo whassup man? My name is P man
[B] How you doin man? My name is Frankie Anto man
[B] But my friends, they call me Frank B
[P] Oh word man? Nice to meet you man
[P] So yo man E, what you gettin into tonight man?
[E] Yo P man I'm bout to flex downtown to this club
[P] Word man? Yo man, that sounds cool man
[P] I think I'm with that man - yo you wan' do that?
[E] Let's do this man
[P] Aight bet man
[B] Yo, yo hold up wait a minute guys man
[B] You guys mind if I go witchu to this club man?
[P] Ahah aiyyo man E I don't know about that man
[P] Last time we took somebody with us man
[P] we had to carry him home man, he got out of control
[P] The whole nine yars, yaknowhatI'msayin man?
[B] Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor man
[B] I just go to have a good time and DANCE man
[B] Drinkin is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch
[P] Are you sure man?
[B] Positive man -- positively positive
[P] Aight man, l-let's take him then
[E] We went out that night
[P] To a club downtown
[E] That was very high class
[P] And had boomin sounds
[E] We went in
[P] And we were dressed to impress
[E] Fly women and girlies
[P] Lookin their very best
[E] We took a seat at the bar
[P] Feelin brand new
[E] Frank ordered drinks, no liquor
[P] Just plain old brew
[E] He finished it
[P] Then he ordered one more
[E] And another
[P] And another
[E] And that made four
[P] He seen this fly girlie
[E] Suave and deboinaire
[P] Light skinned complexion
[E] With long black hair
[P] But this girl was ug-ly
[E] I mean her body was through
[P] But after four drinks or more
[E] She looked like Paula Abdul
[Frank B]
You know what baby? You startin to look good
You startin to look REAL good
You startin to remind me of that superstar - Paula Abdul
[P] The party was over
[E] It was time to go
[P] You insisted on drivin
[E] When we said no
[Frank B]
Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (P: Are you sure man?)
Are you kidding me man?
That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch
I could drink that all night
[E] So you got in your car
[P] Swervin on the road
[E] There was a cop in the bushes
[P] On radar patrol
[E] The light turned green
[P] And you decided to stop
[E] It turned red
[P] You took off
[E] And got pulled over by a cop
Chorus: repeat 4X
[P] You overdid it homes
[E] You had too much to drink
* police siren sound *
[Frank B, Parrish Smith as the cop]
Ah excuse me, can I see your license and registration please?
I don't have my license registration right NOW
But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it
Oh what are you a wiseguy son?
No I don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic
By the time I got to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed
Oh it was closed?
Yeah it was closed
Oh what's your name son?
My name is Frankie Nato, but my friends, they call me Frank B
How bout you officer - whatchu call yourself?
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat?
You don't know who that is? That's a superstar
Paula Abdul, say hi Paula
Oh yeah that's Paula Abdul?
Have you been drinkin son?
Oh no I don't drink man, the only thing I drink is fruit punch
OK son you wanna turn your car off
and leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please?
Where we goin officer?
I want you to come sit in the backseat
and blow in this tube for me please
Wait a minute, I ain't no faggot
I never blow anything in my life, and don't plan to
How bout you officer - you blowin anything?
Just blow into the tube son
Okay okay man * blows into the tube *
Oh what's this man? Two point oh?
Oh Guns'n'Roses dude!
You might as well get ?
cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk!
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk man?
Somethin wrong with that machine
That machine need a good fixin man
That's what I think officer
No you know what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, SO SO good
And by the time he's finished witchu, you gonna be workin in Alaska
So dress warm, as a matter of fact
I suggest you go out and buy yourself a sheepdog
Cause it gets BITTERLY cold out there
Chorus
[E] Have you ever been coolin
[P] On a Friday night
[E] Wit your friends gettin wasted
[P] Just feelin nice
[P] You continued to drink
[E] When you know you should stop
[P] The next thing you know
[E] You're behind is caught
[P] Your body gets numb
[E] So you slow up the pace
[P] Your mouth gets watery
[E] And you can't feel your face
[P] You finally make it home
[E] And the fun begins
[P] You try to pass out
[E] But here comes the spins
[P] So you turn and toss
[E] Then you toss and turn
[P] Your head gets light
[E] And your chest starts to burn
[P] So you lay on your stomach
[E] And you tuck in your chin
[P] Pail by your bedside
[E] Now the breathing begins
[Frank B]
Oh, oh God, just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let me make it through the night God
I promise I'll never have another drink again
I'll never drink again, as long as I live
* pukes several times *
Chorus
[Parrish]
You overdid it
Hey yo this is EPMD tellin you not to drink and drive
Cause ain't nuttin cool about chillin in a coffin six feet under
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
[Frank B]
Yo, this is Frank B
And learn from others mistakes homes!
[Parrish]
And don't let peer pressure get to you
Cause it costs you, or your life, or somebody else's life
in the long run
[Erick]
And it's like that
And if you don't believe you can get the bozack
[Parrish]
See-ya!
[Frank B]
5000
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met
She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat
I kicked it to her, and her name was Kim
She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim
Browski I doubt thee E would front
so like a real stunt, I rolled the Blunt
She was ready, I could see in her face
She said ";let's jet"; we went back to her place
It was fat, she had a dope crib
She offered food, like some barbucue ribs
I said ";No thank you"; not now honey
How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy
After that, come here and sit down
We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown
We waste no time, it was time to do it
Put on some James Brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs
But when you love me please don't be ruff
I said ";listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE
WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU.
...So I dipped, I abandoned ship
threw in the anchor like on the boat tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing
And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing
You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty
[Parrish Smith]
Well I was maxin one day just minding my own
Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone
When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating
The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
So I put my car in park, turned my system down
I said ";Excuse me, are you new in town";
She said ";it's funny you asked I just got here today";
I said ";Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way";
She said ";My mother always told me not to ride with strangers
If I did, than my life would be in danger";
I said ";Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger";
To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer";
Plus I was cold coolin
40 dawn in lap
Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat.
She got in and said ";Yo I never done this before";
I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door.
She got and she said ";You a medical doctor?";
I said ";close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor
Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing
Except to try same them, I try to kill them";
She said ";Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more";
You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more.
We got to her house and her moms wasn't home
As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown
I was with it, felling nice from Old E
Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty.
We got to her it was time to max
Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak
I hit the lights, and next was the sack
We started doing it, it was hard to produce
Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce
I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood
Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood
Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea
And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes
The S is for safe sex
And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next
But she pulled me close, and said ";Let's get loose";
And out of nowhere I yelled ";Baby did you do...";
She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger
I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger
I was playing myself plus my style was crampped
I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp
And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody
I looked her eye to eye and said.. ";WHO'S BOOTY";
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the E on the trip
Not to Georgia, but Gladys Knight and the Pips
It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take flight
and ";Fly, Like An Eagle"; -- yeah right
You can't rock a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an N.R.er (that means a Non-Rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready
to flex yet, or better yet rock steady
with the E Double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, I'm _In Control_ like Janet
I'm in command, plus full of fun
but don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one conclusion
Total chaos.. no mass confusion
[Parrish Smith]
Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls
to crab emcees, who claim to have the balls
to flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats
The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Dollars
Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past
an emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
and play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go
And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion
to create total chaos.. no mass confusion
[Erick Sermon]
No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie
or dissapearing acts from here to Tahiti
It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out
without a doubt (Why E?) I got clout!
Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are drastic
For me the E Double, cause I'm fantastic
So, I let you know, money I don't play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say?
Lay low Afro, or take a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em like a Jap
then lounge, as I rock across the map
Yo watch me go, ? in seconds
Me and PMD and the sound from our records
Check out the beat and the style I'm usin
It's total chaos.. no mass confusion
[Parrish Smith]
Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper
Give me room.. cause I'm about to rip a
emcee's head off as I release my steam
The method of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like MD's about to go Rambo
A Micraphone Doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause MD is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and
change your wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like ?)
To the Micraphone Doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check
You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion
to create total chaos.. no mass confusion
[P] Aiyyo whassup E Double?
[E] Yo whassup man?
[P] Yo these crab MC's got us trapped up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out of here and do this, yaknahmsayin?
So what's the magic word?
[Erick Sermon]
Open Sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you screamed EPMD, you shouldn't wait
I roll with a posse, hey you tried to stop me
Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me
on the sneak tip, without me knowin
so I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no pity
to run up on you, and wax plus tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump
to the next town, to go punk a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack
This is the big payback
..
[Parrish Smith]
As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, the P keeps it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling is mutual
I took my rhyme to a lower RPM, then shift to neutral
then crack a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To slay an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon, you know it's M.D.
So while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
a pile behind the stage, the P is like steppin
off from the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop said, ";Yo, how'd he flee from the spot?";
";In a black sports car, I think it was an Iroc
but the windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look";
(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big payback
..
[Erick Sermon]
No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story
Just EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like fencin, dangerous
It keeps you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
in your guts, from the razor cuts
And I'ma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
But don't never ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Fall Guy
I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
Did some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, sweet to be sour
(So what you sayin E?) I got ";Soul power!";
So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that.. this is the big payback
..
[Parrish Smith]
If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Had fat link, chunky rings, nuttin fancy
So saddle up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause suckers kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus your tunes wasn't hittin
They wanna claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can rotate the state, cold rippin shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show without packin
my partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. Wessun
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say go
More or less do a show.. nah
the only high I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, because we're back to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big payback
..
[Parrish]
Yeah that's right man, big payback in eighty-nine, yaknahmsayin?
EPMD's in effect on the Unfinished Business tip
? and Tony, snappin necks
[Parrish Smith]
Just when you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin
E Double swingin high *scratch* I'm swingin low
Washin wannabees down, with some H20
As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow
(Any has PMD?) Hell no!
I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow
That's not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my Eggo
";I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon";
[Erick Sermon]
Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission
Front face the center and face your competition
As I rock, you jock, and in shock
and have fear -- when the E is on the spot
(You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker)
Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads
I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool
But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool
That's the way I would want stuff lookin
The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn boy
";EPMD is in town";
[PMD] No words at all boy
";Strictly snappin necks!";
";EPMD is in town";
[PMD] No words at all boy
";Strictly snappin necks!";
[Parrish Smith]
Welcome... and all aboard
Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score
People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift
To get paid off what we made, and also uplift
A new way to sway, or should I say flow
To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'hoe'
Now hold the O, and give me an intro
A kick and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
by break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O.
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow
Cause on my second return, I had to come correct
Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip
I make the music, that makes a posse ill
In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill
Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot
Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot
But mainly at a concert where the place is packed
Brothers yellin 'hoe', girlies on the bozack
The system boomin, smoke everywhere
People swayin side to side with they hands in the air
A posse digs the music so they want to roll
So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold
But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami
Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies
in they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock
You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped
";I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon";
[Erick Sermon]
Hurry hurry and step right up
The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up
And featuring the man on the cut
He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS
So whassup homeboy, there's any static?
Do we have to ?? and get dramatic?
Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps
or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps?
Nah, I don't think you want that
so I cool, and instead I bust raps
Like check one two, and you don't quit
And match a funky dope rhyme that fits
I say a rhyme and change the whole subject
and still flow, and freak the whole public
It can't be done, especially by a crab MC
who came out the crack rehab
You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad
Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point
Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint
Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down
I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when
";EPMD is in town";
[PMD] No words at all boy
";Strictly snappin necks!";
";EPMD is in town";
[PMD] No words at all boy
";Strictly snappin necks!";
[Parrish]
SCSU!
EPMD's in effect
Snappin necks n cashin checks
Verse One: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work
I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked
Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . .
*DJ Scratch cuts and scratches*
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor
One wrecks, the other destroys
And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)
We don't play when it's time to slay
I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay
back and mack and all the rhymes I pack
And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack
Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born)
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker
Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka
To the ladies . . . and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel
So what you sayin?
So what you sayin?
Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks
I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin
Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine
Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine
Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll
Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl
What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back
I take a chance jack, so I must attack
With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack
Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack
While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics
Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics
Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more
The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard)
People round town talkin this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later, the LP went gold
So what you sayin
So what you sayin
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
Now party people it's time for the exquisite
No knock knock who that over there or who is it
It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
So hot, so you can say I'm blazin
Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am
";Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting";
For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double
Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple
I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired
And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired
Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin
In an all out battle, P comes out swingin
Cause I'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines
And if the odds against me, I still drop lines
and get mines on time that's why most resign
Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline
Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime
Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine
So what you sayin
So what you sayin
[Dub] Yo whassup P?
[PMD] Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
and my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
our demo and everybody was dishin, youknowhatI'msayin?
[Dub] Yo P tell em whassup man
Verse One: Parrish Smith
We was coolin in my car one day you see
Clockin a double nickel on the L-I E
When it dawned on us that it was, ten o'clock
Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ's rock
The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin
E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin
In and out of fantasies on how large we can get
Coolin in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits
I wanted black, E was on the two-tone
Stupid boomin system with the hands-free phone
The dream gets better and I would like to go on
but I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop our demo and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die
Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive
We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear
E Double had to push while MD steered
There went our dreams, to cruise in golden limos
And all we kept sayin was please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo (3X)
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
In the year eighty-seven when we first took off
when I jumped to P-6-8 and broke North
Walkin the big city streets of Manhattan
Buildings, whole nine yards, so enchantin
Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it
Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket
We was walkin, and got dissed twice today
Then we stopped at 1974 Broadway
We walked in with grins on our chins
And P had juice from Mr. Virgo Simms
He played the tape and we started to laugh
Played ?if it was sock? and they swoop and backstab
People start to smile inside we buckwhylin
Sayin this all started back from freestylin
They liked it, and they were very kind
But me and P was like, ";Yo E, where do we sign?";
Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy
Met Ron Resnick, and his partner Juggy
Things was cool, as I remembered
We signed the dotted line, now we Fresh Record members
Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos
And I wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo (3X)
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo (2X)
[Parrish Smith]
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, EPMD's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so E, what's next?
[Erick Sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage to the world with the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm furious
You're sayin in your mind, ";Who is he?"; because you're curious
of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[Parrish Smith]
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?)
The Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all will know, I do a show
Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that I'm bringin
Tryin to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
and get the bozack.. E..
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
Just to distract, til I'm intact
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
Like (";Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back";)
I come correct with the context, and then next
then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap goddess
Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack.. P..
[Parrish Smith]
Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
Like a detenator with no ticks I then trip or slip
or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack
Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One said, you a Part Time Sucka
who works O.T., to be like
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E
So get the bozack.. E..
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, the MC Grand Royal on the micraphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E Capone
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack.. P..
[Parrish Smith]
Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin
Scan the crowd, then start wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise
past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about scheamin
Waxin the P twice, you must be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin, ";P got inside, I shoulda left P alone";
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track
to lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination and come strapped
Playin rough and tough but when I called your bluff
You tried to post on the Micraphone Doctor and got snuffed
So get the bozack
You get the bozack
You get the B-the-O-the-Zack
Get the bozack
KnowhatI'msayin E man?
Brothers ridin the bozack
[Erick Sermon]
Tell them crab emcees like this, yo
get the bozack, get the bozack
get the bo the bo the bo, bozack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
[Parrish Smith]
Yo.. I don't play..
[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?
Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone
I figured you would, now leave me alone
You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I have the capability to rap and chill
Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill
It's like a Diggum Smack
Smack me and I'll smack you back
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch
When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing
I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling
I consider myself better than average
Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage
[Erick Sermon]
I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate
I make a move like chess, and then I yell ";checkmate";
You know why I get zanier and zanier?
Because of EPMD mania
When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning
I hear voices saying ";That's Erick Sermon";
Not only from the women, but from the men
You know what? It feels good, my friend
[PMD]
I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla
Better known as the MC cold killer
PMD cold keeps the place jumping
And if not then we feel like we owe you something
Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it
But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it
If J spin it, then it has to be fresh
To make you dance until there's no one left
Cause you a customer
[Erick Sermon]
Praying like a prey when the fox in action
I smell blood, no time for maxing
Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc
Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark
My eyes close like ?Steve Austin?, I got you in the square
I will let you run, nah, that ain't fair
So I clear my visions until I can spot him
Snatch him by the neck and say ";Hmmm I got him";
[PMD]
Whenever MC's, you're in over your head
My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed
The process of elimination is quite simple
Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple
Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad
Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid
As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker
Like a parrot says ";Polly want a cracker";
[Erick Sermon]
Well it was a ???? test, nothing we can't handle
At the house they had the mics on the mantle
Looked at the DJ and said ";May I?";
Lit it up like the Fourth of July
Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Woah, I'm the E of EPMD
I have a strong point of view on the way things run
Just shut up and listen and learn my son
[PMD]
I'll drop that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper
To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker
The style we're using, no doubt copastetic
You try to bite and yet sound pathetic
Cause I'm a rhyme like a taylor, flow like a sailor
As the beat gets stronger, MC's get staler
Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging
MC's surrender, raise the flags and
Give up the titles because the signs are vital
I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle
You a customer
[Erick Sermon]
I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich
I feel good, now it's time to do damage
I flow like Bounty, you know what I mean?
Wanna rhyme one time, do the least of steam
When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor
You know why I get over? I'm the master
I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up
Look for the microphone then jam it up
[PMD]
You said you see me jamming in New York Tech
You got one right fella, you deserve a check
How did you know, you must have been jocking
How do you know the places I be rocking?
Don't follow me fella, every move that I make
I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break
Well search upon me but don't go past the limit
Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits
[Erick Sermon]
There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying
Plus listen to the good time playing
Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking
Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and
[PMD]
MC's, the final countdown
You look tired, can you go the round?
If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit
And if not, I'll turn around and say ";Forget it";
[Erick Sermon]
People say that I'm a party pooper
To tell the truth I'm a born trooper
You a customer
[Erick Sermon]
As I proceed to rock y'all and shock y'all
Cold clubbin, some might say I'm buggin
I'm the back lifted, checkin out folts
I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim
Yeah they spot me, but I'm the wrong nigga
Cause ain't nuttin changed since days of +Golddigger+
They walk right past me like I'm invincible
Don't trust em, the first principle
[Parrish Smith]
Yo pass that here and cheers, celebrate like the new year
Honies front to rear, party over here
So get your groove on as we move on bust the new song
Once again, it's on, pop the cham' Dom
Bustin those when we pull up in the chrome
Party til Daylight, just like Stallone
Rollin with the players, sportin Timbs and the gators
Cell and pagers, fat whips quick to blaze ya
..
[Erick Sermon]
I be coolin, doin my thing, I'm slight jig
Sometimes I be Down Low, like Mr. Big
The Green-Eyed Bandit, what? Yea is he
the dark skin packs a mack-10 who gets busy?
I stay tight, keep the vibe right
I could pull a Rampage and Wild For Da Night
I'm lethal, I still do it for my people
I break it down for em, it's hard to ignore em
[Parrish Smith]
The time is right, and tonight's the night, we in the hype
We got my game type shorties excited, I'm feelin nice
We roll the dice, shot of vodka and ice
People on the dancefloor, doin it right
Cristal for the profile, money spenders and pretenders
and V.I.P. rollin with the winners
You know how it go, Heinekens and the Mo'
The pen and the pad and a dimepiece to go
P - hello hello, may I speak to the e?
E - this is me... is this the doctor m.d.?
Yo p it's kinda early, who's there laverner and shirley?
Is it kate and allie, or some other girlie?
Well anyway, yo p you know I'm lazy
Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy
P - excuse me, but I'm sorry e double
It's a terrible situation and it might cause trouble
Throw on your coat jump in your benz and come over
E - why p?
P - yo, I think jane is on my sofa
E - what?
P - last night I was all alone
Cold watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown
Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you
Maybe 10: 15, or maybe 10: 22
E - where was i?
P - I don't know, you wasn't there
Threw on the link rolex watch and fresh gear
I grabbed my key, along with the cash flow
Shifted out the door to the local disco
E - where'd you go, not to that ran down pub
P - hell no... I was coolin at a club
It was spanish night, so I was drinkin molta
Threw on a little tango, plus a little salsa
Seen a fly girl, standin next to me
So I slid over to her very non-chalantly
She was def, body perfectly fit
She was packin, a 300-e with the kit
I said, kitten, how ya doin miss?
I said, hello my name is parrish
E - hi, my name is cris
P - can I buy you a drink?
E - yes
P - what will it be?
E - a martini and rossi, asi spumante.
By the way is that your caadillac allante
Parked outside right next to my monte
Car? you can call it, my ex-husband bought it.
P - put my ego up here and said it's time to go for it
This place is a drag, grab your coat and bag.
We'll have drinks on the house, back at my pad.
We got to my house we walked through the door
Threw on night and day by
E - al. b sure
P - she grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips
So I grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips
I got ahead of myself, because I wanted to flirt
Took off the g-strings and the v-neck skirt
Put my eho up here
E - yeah it's time to do work
P - I felt the movement below so it's time to react
I went in my back utility belt anad pulled out a jim hat
I bust a move... when it came to that
But then she freaked it, and grabbed the bozack
Started dpom it, then she called me the master
E - you got bigger, better, stronger and much faster
P - at first I laughed, as if it was a joke
But then my heart skipped a beat, and I lost a stroke
I said to myself, oh no it couldn't be
The j to the a to the n to the e
E - yo p don't tell me it was jane you were douchin
With the anita baker head
P - nah more like whitney houston
E - while the record's still playing to al b. sure's effect mode
Stay tuned, to be continued on the next episode
[erick sermon]
As the wind sets the mood, it's time to let off
A sucker tried to play me, the e I'm not soft
I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs like warsaw
It reminds me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, yo, I wanna rock the setyeah no sweat
Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it
The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it
Later on I made a record, and got recognition
Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes epmd, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features
That used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and I won't stop
To be the master, in the field of hip-hop
I did that, and got a name for myself
The image of e, and all of my wealth
I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same
Oh what a shame, I diss em
Who to blame? it wasn't me it was the . fame!
[p] it wasn't me it was the . fame!
[parrish smith]
Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large
Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards
But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed
Said, you better grab your books and take your behind to class
They said, you couldn't make a record and expect to get paid
Cause there's too many def rappers in the world today
I said, yo, my name is m.d. and my style is def
They said, your name is parrish son, you're like all the rest
Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess
But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin
But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas
Like my roomie d-wade, top notch, and james ellis
I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow
First name was terry, last name romanello
My records started sellin then p withdrew
From the college southern con, known as scsu
But when I often go and visit they say, p bust a rhyme
I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign
They wanna feel my gold and sport my rolex
But p reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex
And when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper
Yo p's not the same, did you see him diss you?
I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain
It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the . fame!
[p] it wasn't me it was the . fame!
[erick sermon]
Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin
Now you watch yo! mtv raps every weekend
Just to see me, the e and the p
Coolin out on the scene, with fab 5 freddy
Back then you didn't know, that I was determined
To be a def rapper with the name erick sermon
To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble
Then I thought, and came up with e double
I can't forget, how they used to diss
Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock g's, trunk jewels, and star trims
Cool around town, and flex my black benz
Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks
Livin well off, with the? in the bank
Epmd, is erick parrish makin dollars
Always on tour, so you can call us roads/rhodes scholars
You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you
I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the . fame!
[e] it wasn't me it was the . fame!
[parrish smith]
As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm
I use my crazy def talent, that God has given
Me to flow slow, and still live large
To drop a def lp, and catch mc's off guard
Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall
But on the s.t., the sneak tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble
They got lucky on strictly biz but watch the next one crumble
My father always told me to wisen up son
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one
So I cut my friends off, and p went for self
Me and erick sermon, and no one else
Strictly writin def lyrics to my best ability
With the crazy imagination as my only utility
Cause mc's around my way brag how def they are
But now they workin full time, and sharin their mom's cars
Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can rock
But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clock
Yeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt
But don't blame us, blame god, it's his fault
For assistin us on the mission of a point of no return
To do a crab mc, who did not learn
Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not
And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot
So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respect
Between me and you sonny, straight up, I'm like death
I cooled on the run tour, with flavor and chuck
Jazzy jeff and the fresh prince but I guess that was luck
I did shows in crazy countries, like europe and france
Copenhagen, denmark, and amsterdam
I even been to our country, that they call africa
Keep your eyes on your girl, cause p'll be watchin around the
Tick tick'n, yo check out p rippin
A new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickin
Flows and echoes, that sound exact
But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack
So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the same
First name is still parrish, sue's my girl, nuttin changed
You insist I act funny, but who's to blame?
It wasn't yo! mtv raps, the money, or soul train
It was the . fame!
[p] it wasn't me it was the . fame!
* dj k. la boss cuts up fame! *
[erick sermon]
Yo, and special guests on my show
Is the k
[k-solo]
To the s to the o-l-o
[parrish smith]
And me, the capital d, the o to c
The a.k.a., the p the m the d
[erick sermon]
And me, the e to the d to the o
To the u to the b to the l to the e
[k-solo]
It's time p
[parrish smith]
To rip the m the I to c
[erick sermon]
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
K-solo (yo) I pass p the microphone
[parrish smith]
Nah black (why p? ) to each his own
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
Aiyyo, I pass e the microphone
[erick sermon]
It's me, yes the mc grand royal
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal
I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spell
You dwell on the other crab mc's that fell
Apart from the start, that didn't know the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's hands clappin
But it's me, I know the way it should be
The flow slow, like me and pmd
And that black, will make you real fat
A real swinger, and a real cool cat
Like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion
Producing crazy hits like, if I was barry gordy
Here's a tip, to show you how to rip
A crab in half, and watch his posse flip
So me, the e, I come equipped
Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip
So listen, to this funky fresh lesson
The way I drop it, and the way that I was flexin
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Pmd (yo) I pass solo the microphone
[k-solo]
Yo I pass (why solo? ) to each his own
Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Yo, I pass p the microphone
[parrish smith]
As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the harder I kick
Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick
Of my bic oh shit another mc's lit
Like a jack-o-lantern, on the halloween tip
Cause as the bass thumps,? meters peaks
All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks
Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the buck stops here, cause i'ma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo
Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's
You roll with the good times, we like to roll with rush
I drive a 'ratti (I drives a benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-up
And in the act of war, p refuse to let up
On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's clever
In any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather
Always flock together
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-solo, I pass e the microphone
[erick sermon]
I pass (why e? to each his own)
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Aiyyo, I pass solo the microphone
[k-solo]
Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier
Maestro though, releases beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily
People, gather round listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true solo
Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain
Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but solo came
To so many places, other rappers faces
That called theirself solo, I made em erase it
I'm solo, no name lender or pretender
Yo, I am the solo the on-ly solo contender
Duck mc's, grab my name and bit it boldly
Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on kiss, with red alert and chuck
A rapper said he went solo, I said, what the fuck?!
My man came over, and said, yo, I thought we heard you
Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew
They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact
Yo pmd tell em (damn you shouldn'ta did that)
Now for the record, what do I stand for
One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause
Give me a break my brother
My name stands for kevin self, organization left others
My name's no game for those who claim to use my name
In vain cause their name sounds plain
I remain the same, my flow of style won't change yo
The name of the game is for the real solo to explain
I don't know was where you ran or came
I know your vein I hate your name
You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane
That walk around puddles, snow and the rain
With a cane, nothin to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamed
The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
K-s-o-l-o to blame
When I s-p-e, l-l, very w-e, l-l
People all out there can t-e-l-l
Rhymes that I got, or write will s-e-l-l
For those who don't believe me, can go to h-e-l-l
I'm from c-i, l-i, f-l-y
Like a b-r-i-d, in the s-k-y
Don't even t-o-y to be dat's why
L-i-n-e's belong to m-i-n-e
I'm makin veche, some rappers imitate
Yo f*ck it, solo here's to make parties sway
People, I won't take any kind of losses
Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources
[parrish smith]
You gots to chill. to chill. *echoes*
* dj k la boss cuts jungle boogie! *
[erick sermon]
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of epmd
Well you should keep quiet while the mc rap
But if you tired -- then go take a nap!
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now -- I'm bout to shake'n'bake
The e-r-i-c-k is my name, I spell
Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well
I'm not an mc who talkin all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say 'check one-two', and run down the line
[parrish smith]
To the average mc I'm known as the terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your girl (why p? ) cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain mc's while the double e macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill. *echoes*
* dj k la boss cuts jungle boogie! *
[erick sermon]
I be the personal computer information on rap
Like the b-i-z markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control, of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll
[parrish smith]
I'm the p, double-e, m-d-e-e
And one thing I hate, is a bitin mc
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker mc gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all r.i.p
For all those unaware it means rest in peace
Cause m.d. -- stands for microphone doctor
And the capital p (capital p) capital m (capital m)
Capital d-e-e's no doubt the chief rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill. *echoes*
* dj k la boss cuts jungle boogie! *
[erick sermon]
Catch every word I'm sayin, no there's no delayin
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin
Seeing is believin, you catch my drift?
Don't try to a-dapt because I'm just too swift
(how swift? ) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
I'm like zorro, I mark a e on your back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin sword
[parrish smith]
Intimidate mc's with the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm pushin on the microphone
Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, mc undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax.
And when it's time, issue diggum-smack
I keep their hands clappin, fingers snappin, feet tappin
When it's time to roll uzi patrol was packin
The pmd, the mic's my only friend
And through the course of the party, I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin bout battlin you better come prepared
Come witcha shield and your armor geared
You gots to chill. *echoes*
* dj k la boss cuts jungle boogie! *
[e] dj la boss...
Try to answer to the master on the MC rap artists
No joke on the lyric -it's hard to be modest
I knew I was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin
Just think while I sing and to the brain structure
Don't sleep on the E -- 'ya see, something might rupture
I don't take time for me to blow your mind
It takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind
So just lounge . . . 'Cause you're a MC clown
Or join the circus . . . EPMD's in town
Total chaos -- no mass confusion
Rhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion
Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son
I'm drawin' more, like a 44-Magnum
MC's please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine
it's travellin' the speed of lighjt, but everything' motion it's frightening
Plus the thought of you alone
You now enter the dimension called the Twilight Zone
You're terrified . . . plus you can't bear the thought
You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost
You start to shiver . . . then you scream, my friend
You wake up, Muttley, because you're dreamin' again
Next time I'm on the scene . . . do not try to diss us
Keep your mouth suckered up, because I'm Strictly Business
This is the rap season . . . when the E starts pleasin'
Girls around the world no need to be skeezin'
When I roll I stroll, Cool always pack a 2
Just in case . . . a brother acts a fool
I've got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzy
Put a shock when I rock even though I'm not stingy
Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance floor . . .
Get busy, boy . . . like you never saw before
Rhyme flow . . . good to go . . .
After the show . . . I'll pull your hoe, boy
";Do you sniff blow??"; -- Hell no
Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'
And if my parents find out, then they start riffin'
So I stay, A-OK
'Cause I'm the E . . . the R-I-C-K
MC's look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends . . . heart rate increases
It's like beam me up, scotty, I control your body
I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party
With all due respect, when I say mike check
I let a sucker slide once . . . then I break his neck
So when I say jump, you'll reply ";How high?";
Because I'm takin' no prisoners, so don't play hero and die
You're just a soldier . . . and I'm a Green Beret
I do not think twice about the MCs I slay
So if you want to battle, i highly recommend this:
Bring your dog, mom, and dad . . . because I'm Strictly Business
Yo, yo, you're still pickin' on that four-leaf clover?
Bring in the sandman, sucker . . . because it's over
My name is Eric Sermon and I'm back again
I see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,
Mad and stuff - because they don't have cash
Like the E-Double . . . or the Pee-MD
He drives a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc Suzuki
I'm the locksmith . . . with the key to fame
Never high on myself, always stay the same
Play a lot because I'm hot and like a horse I trot
Around the track and back, fatigued?? No, I'm not
I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say hello
To a fly girl that is good to go
With the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow
'Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin' or relaxin
Just reactin' and subtractin'
On a sucker MC who's mouth keeps on yappin' and flappin'
I lose my cool, then I'll be start slappin' and smackin'
You on a roll, then I'll be start jackin' and cappin'
No time to lounge, I'm packin' and strappin'
At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,
I'm the sheriff, and bitin' is illegal
So next time in town, I highly recommend this,
You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business
[PMD]
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing
Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
(Yo P you was packin?) You know I'm strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz
[E Double]
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
that can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best MC
The E the D-O-U-B-L-E
Because I'm housin (3X)
[PMD]
Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco
Every chance I get, I try to kill
That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill
I keep the place jumpin til the party's through
Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues
Take off your coat, won't you stay a while
Check out the voice that is smooth and mild
It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money
Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey
[E Double]
Gimme the cue, check one two
Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
Treatin me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild
Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul
MC's, you know who you are
(On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cuz you a star)
This is the year that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start cappin
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
As I proceed to rock, the girls are clockin
Some brothers act hard but the rest are jockin
Because I'm housin (4X)
[PMD]
I come on strong, like a bodybuilder
Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda
Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express
My intention's not to dis, but impress
For the ladies and gents, the money was spent
To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event)
In concert... not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work)
To make your body jerk
(To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt
With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n
I'm not skeezing, but pleasing
All party goers, also behind show-ers
Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome
Out the mouth, to the microphone
Because I'm housing (4X)
DJ La Boss, on the scratch
Lounge
(My homeboy Big Daddy Kane, BizMarkie)
[PMD]
Ayo, what's up E Double?
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, whole thing man, got a lot of customers out there man, trying
to get paid off what we made.
[PMD]
Ayo, rapping ain't your field, you took the wrong trade. So you'd
better get a grip on them lips, and get off the...
[P] Ayo yo yo, I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man, we in there man?
[E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying?
[P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year
[E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down
[Erick Sermon]
There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve
Can't understand why you got involved
Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster
Now think who causes disaster
Clue number two, you give up?
I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut
He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three
You wrong, cause it was EPMD
[PMD]
MC's, get off the bandwagon
I'm not bragging, but tagging
And snagging the biter that tries to imitate
Time to go on strike and demonstrate
On the fo, that does not N-O
That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow
Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O
Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O
Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)
[Erick Sermon]
This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future
Feel free to scream ";Ho"; or ";Yo"; if it suits you
While the bass is booming and your face is glooming
Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming
They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow
Say ";yep"; then step cause I'm cooler
[PMD]
Say ";Hmmm"; now you're through, you're how not who
Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue
I roll into the party as if I was Five-O
Book investigation biters like Columbo
Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo
And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo
Or play Commando, you know?
I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro
We rock rhymes then we we run em a while
Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style
They're confused, dazed, and amused
Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used
Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost
They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off
Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)
[Erick Sermon]
While my volume was swaying, you were saying
";Who was that brother?"; while the record was playing
I felt kinda happy like an ego trip
I had to laugh cause my energy's tip
My tradition is dissing in this position
And right about now I'm in perfect condition
And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing
Don't say nothing homeboy just listen
[PMD]
No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying
Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying?
I devastate the hip-hop scene
Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine
E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch
You wild on the groove with the beat on wax
I'm in my own world, no room for distraction
Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching
Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)
[Erick Sermon]
Uh-huh
[Parrish Smith]
Yo it's the return (uh-huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm'
Kid don't mess with fire because you will get burned
Cause we earn respective checks, regulated when a nigga flex
to get a rep totin mack-10's and techs
Hoes and sex, weed and Beck's, and first class flights
You name it, niggaz had it, and still got it
Always rhymin with a pardon
like Roxanne I'm about to cold _Get Retarded_
You know the logo, and on mics, sometimes we flow slow
Not loco, universal, type vocal
Mogul, so don't make me wild out and have to show you
who I am, strapped with E-Double my man
Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam
This is the funk (huh) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch
Cause it's the funk (funk funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo it's E the Elusive, comin through with a dope exclusive
Hawkin niggaz, like I'm Yusef
Gettin down, makin it happen for those who don't believe
the incomporable, comin through stompin you
My Squad is Def, and we don't hear nuttin
I'm in the back of the crib, on the green puttin
I be the boss in this, who the fuck comin through torchin this
ball your fists up quick
I'm the black Bill Gates, my chips be Micro
Bad like Michael, don't make me fight you
You a hater, and my crew don't like you
On the real you suck, who the hell hyped you?
You a comic Russell would say good night too
at the Def Jam, screw you and your man
Rock the house like BizMark, if so let the fifth spark
sometime after dark
[Parrish Smith]
This is the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch
Cause it's the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up
Yo, yo-yo.. YO
Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's durin my leisure
time I spend to do em in
The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
and jail cats get rep to it
You get, by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll with the big boys
with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie
Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits
[Erick Sermon]
Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few pages
Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
I swear, cause we take it there
Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
[Parrish Smith]
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
It's been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
Wack MC's we straight stunnin
when we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Word yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I came through
with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
E-Dub, no one replacin me
If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases
I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash
So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin'?_
In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin
to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally
[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it
[E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam
[PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools
Next up!
[E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me
[PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony
[Erick Sermon]
Yo P!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, ";Wow!";
YO! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface
Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style
Next up!
[Red] Yo yo it's Funk D.O.C.
[E-Dub] Yo, you're on the mic to rock the Symphony
[Redman]
HeHAHHH! Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
It's Funk Doc, you know my name HOE
My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I Dash like Damon did
Doc, walk _Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock
Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten PICTURE
Papichu', slayin crews in ICU
Battlin, usin hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like dice in Yahtzee fool!
I ";Just Do It"; like Nike, outta 'Bama
with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up
[Meth] It's the G-O-D
[Red] Yo yo, get on the mic for the Symphony
[Method]
Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_Hardcore_! To make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
Feelin like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville *screech*
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - GERONIMO!
I feel my high comin down.. LOOKOUT BELOW!
AIYYO! Dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenom-enon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less
[all] NEXT UP!
[Lady] I believe that's me
[all] BASTARD!
[PMD] Get on the mic and rock the Symphony
[Lady Luck]
Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin *screech*
When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
It's written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin
MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin
Like E and P's last CD, you're out of business
[Parrish Smith]
Huh, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*...
[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it
[E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam
[PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools
[M.O.P] Next up!
[E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me
[PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony
[Erick Sermon]
Yo P!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, ";Wow!";
YO! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface
Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style
[M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP!
[Billy Danze] Yo I believe that's me
[ErickSermon] Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony
[Billy Danze]
Say hello to the devil Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's (E)(MO-PMD) blastin shit
Put in work in this cold game
Soldier *echoes* I use work as code name
Told ya, line em up its Soul Train
(B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) And I give em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it
Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)
I'm donatin a casket
We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic
(Tell em what you sayin) Get the bozac
Before I tear your maggot ass flat (BOOM BOOM) They're back
[M.O.P.] NEXT UP!
[L Fame] Yo I believe that's me
[BDanze] (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony
[Lil' Fame]
For gettin the real, straight from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like Fame cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck (who know) jump out a HUGO
Open up your back with a mac, UNO UNO
Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow
Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us
Or THE FIRST FAMILY will come kill you with the heaters
BLAH *echoes*
Right here, right now?
[Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith)
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (E-Dub)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, y'know what that is, word up
(Wax and tax em) The Squadron, PMD, Erick Sermon
(Millenium Ducats) Yo, yo.. uh-huh
Def Jam
[Erick Sermon]
Excuse me! I'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two
Yo my name's E-Dub, so who the fuck are you?
I'm lockin it down now, and that's that
I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap
Hold your gat, I can't control the sound
If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down
Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare
like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH..
[Parrish Smith]
I love it when my jewels dangles
could see stars, like the Bangles
When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles
Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on
microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand
Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand
Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Fully flossed out, two G's, Fisherman bucket
Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X)
Who? EPMD got checks to cash
What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast
When? Right now, so my crew could flash
Where? Right here, get the money and stash
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude
playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong
What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we're up
with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH)
Pure player, my rap flow's athletic
Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics
EPMD now.. here to getcha
with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya
[Parrish Smith]
Cats can't hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy
Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie
cause I'm hype again, with E Double, on the mic again
Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan?
Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy
No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy
Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler
And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire
And we won't stop rockin til we retire
Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar
I'm Sammy Sosa, and P's Mark McGwire
Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye
If you wanna hate me, do it now, try
I'm lethal, take it back to EPMD third album
and do it _For My People_
[Parrish Smith]
I jump out the plane and hanglide
Hit the ice and slip-slide
Niggaz don't get it, EPMD status, correct me if I'm
mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin
like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin
Dusk to dawn, word is bond
You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on
Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters
Quick to roast ya
Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
EPMD
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Squadron, uh-huh
.. [DJ Scratch] ..
[Erick Sermon]
Hah, let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the black Balboa
I'm Erick Sermon, the dope rhyme blower
My DJ Scratchatori, interesting like, war stories
with EPMD, the fame and the glory
The Boy Wonder, the second Nature, the Arnold Schwarzeneggar
_The Eraser_, upon the crossfader
From Brook-lyn, Albany Projects
Been around the world with the DJ sets, catchin wreck
[Parrish Smith]
Yo the track drives me to excel
Scratch is dangerous like a third rail
Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a Duracell
The show-stopper, knockin cats out like Rock'em'Sock'em
Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option
Hands quicker than Roy Jones with no headphones
BK Albany PJ's where my man zone
EPMD and Scratch, the quarterback
Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than Amtrak
.. [DJ Scratch] ..
* The Lady of Rage sample *
";Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time
When it comes to the"; [scratch] ";I gets busy with mine";
[Erick Sermon]
It's on now baby..
[Erick Sermon]
Mm-hmm, hold me down
Hold me down
Hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down
Yeah uh-huh uh-huh, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down
Eh te eh te eh, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down
Huh? Ah-huh, yo, what?
Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down
while I go around this town, snatchin crowns
from those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin - you wanna fight? Let's go somethin
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation
with sucker MC infiltration
[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up
I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare, and watch the blood spill
from an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back
[P] Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo P, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
[Parrish Smith]
You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin, God's on the way, and he's askin
who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
and can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm
Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah we swarm MC's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em
like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin on
CEO's, A&R;'s, street team to a manager
For the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino
From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino
Bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics
[E] Yo P, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
E-Dub, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Mic Doc, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin it down
[E] Yeah, I'm holdin you down
[Parrish Smith]
Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low
they be peepin me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati
Catchin bodies, E Double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty
What you thought? We takin more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched
[Erick Sermon]
I spit flames at Oklahoma
When done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen
Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin?
Believe you me, it was his destiny
for the child to end for fuckin with men
P and I got somethin for all y'all
who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball
So we ball like Spalding, in the time of need
who you calling when your career is falling?
Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down
Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down
Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it
Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented
[Parrish Smith]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max
It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n
I pick your card and your name has been chosen
Not all about my mob and all the stick up scene
"Let it flow!", you know what I mean?
I'm the PMD, in the place to be
Rock a rhyme and I'll lock ya, around the tick-tocker
Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow
[Erick Sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like Getty
Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti
Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to slip
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
Do a spin, grab my nuts, and start taxin
Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning
They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening
[Parrish] So let the funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Erick Sermon]
Blastoff, and off you go
We usually take off fast, but now we take off slow
I would say "bon voyage", but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
But I won't leave, until the party is through
So while I'm here, let me get funky
Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
EPMD done went nationwide
[Parrish Smith]
While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
You're out of control, and I'm right on track
And seconds later I work the bone out your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
We like to hang, torture then slaughter
All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood
for dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
Reelin' one-s in, as if we was fishin
So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
[Erick] So let the funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Parrish Smith]
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
When the brother PMD is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
to go off beat, and come back on time
To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
And when it comes to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
Chillin HARD, with the P on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy
[Erick Sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh's
That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there sayin E is hot
That only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
So let the funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Parrish] So let the funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Parrish] Yo, this beat is sort of funky
[Sermon] Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
[erick sermon]
And you don't quit
Yeah, pioneers one time (one time, two times)
Yeah, erick sermon boy
[parrish smith]
Yeah, we rap, where you at? (mic check)
Check this out!
Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man +louis+ from the +ville+, slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at
So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers
Blazin at one-hit wonder niggaz like smoothe da hustler
I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures, in return, the track's the _gold digger_
[erick sermon]
Huh me? I buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son
I agree with slick rick, you cats is crumbs
My squad gets dumb and jim carrey you ought the buildin
Messin around with god's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you'll lose!
Chorus: erick sermon, parrish smith (repeat 2x)
[e]here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
Epmd. that's right!
[p] legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree
[erick sermon]
P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein em?
On tracks, we ruff ryde like d and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent
E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
Right down the block, from the precinct
See you a punk, that talk too lenient
When I speak to a motherfucker, I mean it!
[parrish smith]
So open sesame, and let down the main gate
But before you scream epmd, you should wait
Cause we roll with a posse, from strong long to canarsie
Qbc, boogie down bronx, back to marcy
Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your chick know, p's hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups
Chorus
[erick sermon]
Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
And my man pussycat and catch two to the melon!
[parrish smith]
Then I be like, yep yep, just like teddy, +raw+ like eddie
Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like betty
And when I want things to move, I blink like +bewitched+
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit
[e] pmd
[p]y-yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[p]yo, chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
[e] ha hah
[p]oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[e]pmd
[p]yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[p]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[parrish smith]
Check this out
I was hangin out late, creepin a quarter to two
Polly with cats, sippin on a 40 of brew
Pulled out the dutch master cause it's time to get on
Turned on the truck system to pump a hip-hop song
Five minutes later I see these other kids clockin
Meanwhile my niggaz chalmed out with system rockin
Sayin in my mind -- who could it be?
As he got closer, I peeped, it was the e-double e
I said, whattup duke?
[e]yo, whassup sundullah?
I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
[p]yo, why didn't you?
[e] yo, I woulda hit the skins
[p]that's when I chilled, and peeped the two heads in the benz
Gave my crew dap, and hopped the right the fuck on in
E-double set it
[e]yo p, this is sandy and lynn, duke
[parrish smith]
I said yo, what's the deally yo? she said, sex, you wanna feely yo?
Lift her skirt with no panties, felt the familio
Lookin half filipines, mixed with black in the genes
Had to drop the windows, to release the steam
(*** samples from the other jane sagas ***)
[p] jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[e]pmd
[p]yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[both]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[e]pmd
[p]yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[both]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[parrish smith]
Shorter than short and petite, blazin ass body and physique
Five-doggin it, pumpin jay-z and memphis bleek
[erick sermon]
Burnin somethin, purple chronic, orange or thai
On the expressway, 4-9-5 l.i.
[parrish smith]
Straight rollin, nice from the henny before
Shorty wanted to pull over and get a dutch from the store
[erick sermon]
We parked the benz, the girls got out and walked right in
Copped a 40 and a dutch, and hopped right back in
[parrish smith]
Tried to pull off, that's when a squad car cut us off
Five-oh pulled out and said, chill, cause it's the law
(*** samples from the other jane sagas ***)
[e]pmd
[p]yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[p]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[e]pmd
[p]yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[both]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[parrish smith]
Aiyyo they caught us on a techno (techno)
Girls started shakin, gettin petrol
Pulled the burner 540, one shot, sunscreen's essential
[erick sermon]
Straight dumpin, no love for the badge and the gun
Straight accomplices, now our ass is on the run
[parrish smith]
Now shit's drastic, dodgin and dippin traffic
Bitches started regulatin on some flash and blast shit
She's out the benz with the quickness, that's when the shit got real
Bitches flipped, hit pmd with the steel
[erick sermon]
And asked him how it feel, jumped right back in grabbed the wheel
Told the cats to relax and yo, peep the deal
[parrish smith]
Remember tommy twotime, who used to move moonshine?
Now he's a bitch nigga, frontin for cats, droppin dimes
[erick sermon]
Yo time to see him, he be hangin at the coliseum
Down on 48th and lex, near the black museum
[parrish smith]
He owe me somethin, when I see him, I'm straight dumpin
Catch him four times in the legs, get close and ask him somethin
[erick sermon]
Yo whattup god? 'member j, from the schoolyard?
Try to floss when I was chillin, hold this baby pah!
[parrish smith]
I looked at e like, yo, this bitch is talkin like a dude
Seen the cat across the street, she said, it's time to move
[erick sermon]
Ran up on him, he looked like he saw a ghost
Tried to run, but j pulled out and flashed the toast
[parrish smith]
Toast told him to bend over, and then the girl lift her dress
Pulled out a dick, laced him in the ass, and asked him
How he liked it -- kid was cryin in pain
'member you raped me in the park? peep _the crying game_
[e]shocked, snap the hammer
[p]aiyyo the kid fell slow
I coulda swore he said, yo, don't do it jane!
(*** samples from the other jane sagas ***)
[e]pmd
[p] yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[p] chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[e]pmd
[p] yo
[e]won't you do a me a favor?
[both]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[p]jane. jane.
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, hmm, I'll take her
[e]chill with the bitch and I'll hook you later
[p]jane.
[e]uhh.
[p]pmd. millenium ducats
You got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? another motherfuckin hardrock -> odb
Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow -> odb
Introducing, yo fuck that nigga's name! -> odb
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject' -> odb
Gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, blaow! -> odb
You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.
[parrish smith]
On my knees at the mercy of god
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
You like to watch but can't touch this nigga
Or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
Fuckin coolo make you quit rap and go sing with menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin apollo creed
Time to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cuts
We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
For the mic dons,?
?, pmd shinin with my stripes on
In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so fuck a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, pac, and eaze - one love, them still my fuckin niggaz
[215]
We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin back
And watch me spitfire my? volerical? fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin
Ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night, and I'm black
In the moonshinin, I'm sippin starsky and hutch
While my rims blindin, while p rollin the dutch
Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? charles laston sauls
I got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of halls
Right hand to allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
When I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
Epmd, 215, and 8-off agallah
[8-off]
Yo 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the g's
People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top I got this cream like bill rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-off's gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz
[erick sermon]
Aiyyo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up
And hook off like prince naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoise? fancy as dandy?
You get killed, like you was jon-benet ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin shit, and never even seen a million
Actin like y'all sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures, and chasin gold diggers
(motherfuckers) don't even come up to me yappin
Or you'll die hard with bruce and sam jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a dogg 4 life like my nigga ja rule
Who wanna flex, with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk
You got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? another motherfuckin hardrock -> odb
Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow -> odb
Introducing, yo fuck that nigga's name! -> odb
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject' -> odb
Gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, blaow! -> odb
{helicopter flies overhead}
It's my thing!
And the stadium is packed.
There's a large crowd out there today.
Let's hear them play
You out there? louder!
It's my thing!
You out there? louder!
It's my thing!
[parrish smith]
Mc's out there, you better stand clear
Epmd is a world premier
From new york straight talk, america's best
Cold wild long island, is where we rest
[erick sermon]
(you out there? louder!)
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
(you out there? louder!)
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that
[pmd]it's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
[parrish smith]
The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin
Good friends already bitin, without you knowin
(you out there? louder!)
Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker
Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
(it's my thing!)
[erick sermon]
Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better (louder!)
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
(you out there? louder!)
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like mr. t at your back
But he's not, so don't act cute
Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
[pmd]it's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
[parrish smith]
As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
(you out there? louder!)
The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant
So mc be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me
I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell freeze.
. music please
It's my thing!
[erick sermon]
Ah where was i? oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
(you out there? louder!)
Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic
The mind is weary, floatin like a dove
Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method
[pmd]it's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? louder!
It-it, it's my, it-it, it's my thing!
[parrish smith]
The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
(you out there? louder!)
I perfect and eject, make mc's sweat
Take em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, cause mc's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
(it's my thing!)
[erick sermon]
(you out there? )
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin
Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud
Talkin much junk to attract a crowd
(you out there? louder!)
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake
In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin
Kinda upset boy -- I understand
You lost again -- I won, God damn
[pmd]it's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
[parrish smith]
My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
(you out there? louder!)
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign
Cause I'm the thriller of manilla, mc cold killer
Drink budweiser, cannot stand miller
Mc's cold clockin til the party's through
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, this bud's for you
(it's my thing!)
[erick sermon]
(you out there? louder!)
To be a real mc, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a milky way
To be able to make it work, you rest and play
(you out there? louder!)
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin
Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth.
It's my thing!
You out there? louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
[parrish smith]
While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin
Md is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin
(you out there? louder!)
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess
Scored 110, on my mc test
My rhymes are strong than tyson, hold a mc license
When I grab the mic, mc's get frightened
[erick sermon]
(you out there? louder!)
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (it's my thing!)
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh
You mess around, and we'll be fightin
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
(you out there? louder!)
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald j, yo, release the code
[pmd]it's my thing
It's my thing!
It's my thing!
You out there?
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
It's my thing! it's my thing! it's my thing!
(you out there? louder!)
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
La-la-loud-la-loud-la-louder!
It' s my thing!
You out there? louder!
It's my thing! *music fades*
You out there?
It's like this y'allit's like that y'all
It's like this y'allit's like that y'all
It's like this y'allit's like that y'all
[parrish smith]
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin it real
While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill'
Got up, with erick sermon, dropped you gots 2 chill
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
With fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged
And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves
[erick sermon]
Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
It's me, transformed I'm eazy-e
Past the point of rockin the joint
I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team
Nfl: niggaz for life, so feel that
I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at
Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady
For those who dream, believe I'm freddie
Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from the south bronx
And let me hear you say
Hell yeahhell yeah
Say hell yeahhell yeah
[parrish smith]
Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite
Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night
No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright
And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tight
Who am i? the cat to put that ass on standby
Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi
Then start stalkin, three point shot like hershey hawkins
Takin it back to the seventy-sixers like johnny dawkins
[erick sermon]
Yo I come through camouflaged with the squadron entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
Epmd's the name, there's no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off like a wild jamaican
Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs
Yo this shout out goes to brownsville, youknowhati'msayin?
On? avenue, newport garden squadron
Epmd, youknowhati'msayin?
To the brentwood posse, somebody just say
Make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
Everybody say make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
[parrish smith]
Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low
I'm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the mo' spill
Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill
[erick sermon]
Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo p chill chill chill
Niggaz is in here fightin b
Yo lounge out man, God damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit
[Erick Sermon]
Anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
I said, did anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
(Ain't no Two-Gun Billy 'round here
Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)
[Erick Sermon]
You just pull a gun out on me?
Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *
Now, if any one of y'all see him
Tell him that, EPMD was in town..
[Parrish Smith]
Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor
Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin
Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin
Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me
you shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the
black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon
Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw
Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw
An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
Time to ride again until next time to draw
";Ten nine eight seven six five four
three two murder one lyric at your door"; -> Method Man
Draw..
";Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone"; -> Cool J
";Ten nine eight seven six five four
three two murder one lyric at your door"; -> Method Man
Draw..
";Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone"; -> Cool J
[Erick Sermon]
Hah
Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression
and ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal
Impeach em, then I Erick can B. President
Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
the hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
and focus, or go into hypnosis
I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)
Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin Squadron posters
Me and my dogs homey reppin
in case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon
Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it
P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German
Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
Any superhero we lettin em know from door
Come correct when it's time to draw
[Erick Sermon]
EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin..
Check it, uh-huh, YO
It's E-Dub on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
on safety, spike the mic in the endzone
This here ain't the average shit, you used to
Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft
Why you wanna fuck with the boss?
[Parrish Smith]
Where should I start? Breakin MC's or shatterin charts?
It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er
Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter
So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo
+Funky Piano+, van like the fuckin ?tano?
with more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
Break down dismantle when I scramble
Chorus: Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith) *repeat 2X*
I just get down, and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line
(Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)
Don't get too close because you might get shot
[Erick Sermon]
Uhh, yo, ey, and yo
EPMD, fuckin with us is bad news
Me and you got different views
What you might say is dope, I say's not
What I might call wack, you'll call hot
The best thing for you, is to think and hope
or get choked, and hung with +The Velvet Rope+
Cause you too theatrical, mess around
and end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you
[Parrish Smith]
That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two
or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?
We've been doin this shit, since _Dear Yvette_, check
I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
and ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead
and walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend
for playin with the last Mohican
?Madi gon? - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin
[Parrish Smith]
Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious
The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin
Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11
I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin _Head Banger_
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel
Chorus
Intro/Chorus:
Ooooooohhhhh...
(repeat 4X)
E - Who killed Jane, who killed Jane?
P - Not the Squad kid, I think we've been framed
Verse One:
E - Who killed Jane?
P - Not the Squad yo, we've been framed
The charge
E - Murder one son for the death of Jane
P - Murder?
E - Yeah homicide kid time to take a ride
P - Where?
E - Downtown
P - For what?
E - To check your alibi
P - Must get deep and think quick, bang a set-up
Let met get my coat
E - Alright move slow when you get up
P - PT's in my crib, K9's in the front lawn
First thought's to wild, second thought to stay calm
E - You have the right to remain silent
P - Cool with the roughness, I ain't violent
Reached for his nine mil, partner started smiling
E - Shut up Mulley, turn around and keep your mouth shut
P - Peep the neighbor's starin as he reached for his handcuffs
Threw on the bracers squeeze tight to increase the pain
Thinkin to myself, damn... who killed Jane?
Chorus
Verse Two:
P - They got me downtown, starin at four walls with one call
Been set-up like a roadblock, can't take a bad fall
E - Sit up straight, state your name and your birthdate
And your whereabouts last night about eight
P - Slow down
E - Slow down?
P - Something's missing, where's my lawyer?
Cop grilled me and said
E - Yo there's your lawyer
Things'll get rough so don't get tough and try to play games
You're headed up North
P - For what?
E - You know homeboy, the death of Jane
P - You must be insane with no brains sniffin cocaine
And if I caught a body it'd be yours and not Jane
E - Or Mr. Toughy, you wish you had a nine to bust me
I'm mad as hell, I don't play, my name ain't Dougie
P - Cop got pissed, and stepped back, then grabbed his blackjack
Swung for my dome, ducked and caught my damn back
E - Ooohhhh
P - Couldn't feel the pain
E - Whhhhyyy?
P - Thinkin bout the payback
Chorus
Verse Three:
P - Now it's person so whassup?
E - Whassup?
P - Whatyou wanna know?
E - Who killed Jane?
P - OK I tell you first I gotta go
E - Where?
P - Check leakage
E - Leakage?
P - Yeah you know the john
E - Take him downstairs and watch him make sure you're armed
P - Cop grabbed me by my neck pushed me towards the damn door
See my homies, locked down on the same floor
E - So you wanna be a killer and run the streets bro?
P - Didn't respond, just chilled to play his ego
Stepped in the men's room, still filthy from the ill broom
E - Hurry up and take a piss and stop stallin you damn goon
P - That was the wrong move, how stupid, time to go for mine
Not glacial time, but the black nine
Gotta clear my name, been framed for the death of Jane
Must make my move now or it's ball and chain
Chorus
Verse Four:
P - With the iron, started firing, to let him know I'm serious
black, don't play hero cause all youse get is a flag and cap
E - Easy partner, chill put the gun down
P - Oh now you tryin to play me out like Homey the Clown
And you know homey don't play that
E - Play what?
*blam*
P - See, see?
E - Jim, come back, the mooley shot me...
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Rewind...
Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...
[Erick Sermon]
Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan
Godamn, yo, watch me slam
Taking the bassline, freaking my lines
Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump
Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged
Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it
You know my style, man, yo, check the stats
Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch
Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects
He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set
He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage
Yo, but don't be afraid
Can produce hard tracks like this
But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list
Live in color, a smooth brother
If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn't, word to mother
So George, hit me wit the funk scratch
Then after that black, come back and rewind that
George, hit me wit the funk scratch
Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that
Chorus
[Parrish Smith]
I'm def, it's my turn
Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track
I'm all that, down, rippin
All over the place, yea, check em
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip
yo get off that bullshucks
Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,
yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)
Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby
Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me
I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see
Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET
For my grill in the Source wit the record force
A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss
The name is Mic Doc, don't forget it hop
The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box
From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route
So make way, time to roll out
Can you wind it and mine, primetime
He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)
Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack
Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack
Shockin P, clockin P, when I'm rockin see
You're not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me
You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me
Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G
No time to battle rap, F that
I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black
I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore
Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw
";My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic";
";Don't forget I'm... crazy swift";
";How can a brother be so nice"; -- 2X
";Master on the beatdown";
";Huh forget it I'm constipated";
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl, why you frontin
My raggamuffin, c'mon, help me wit somethin
You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions
I wanna rock wit you like Michael Jackson
(coughing) Erick, what slow down, baby
You're not Seal, so why you actin Crazy
I wanna be your man, the whole nine sounds cute
Us buggin out, and us knockin boots
But you, you wanna go out and start cheatin
Hangin Tough like the New Kids every damn weekend
Thinkin I'm stupid, girl, you must be buggin
The boy you messin wit is my cousin
Tryin to play the E-Double wit the old weak flim flam
Don't play me and reach out for the next man
(Chorus)
Don't play me, play the next man (4X)
(PMD)
I was wonderin why you went to work everyday
OK, yea, maybe to get extra pay
But when you stepped out, you was dressed to impress
(How fresh) so fresh, that you walked wit finesse
Word is bond, I could've sworn you was minglin
The way you was movin, the way your earrings was jinglin
Of course, you was messin wit the Boss
Not Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a Porsche
Remember, you went to work one night
While me and D-Wade was home watchin the Mike Tyson fight
You said goodbye, gave me a couple of kisses
I peep the coat I didn't buy you for Christmas
You went out to a fancy restaurant
Came in actin all nonchalant
Asked you a question, shook up like Elvis Presley
Your makeup smudged, your hair messy
Shh, quiet, I caught cha
Tell him my name is Parrish Smith, I used to mess wit his daughter
Yes the Mic Doc and I'll be damned
Don't play me, play the next man
Chorus
(P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)
(P)Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack
(Cut her off, cut her off)
(E)And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one
(Cut him off man, cut him off)
(Repeat)
(P)So if ya man is runnin wild, slow em down, school em Jack
(E)Before he plays you off, girl (P) just to prove a fact
(E)And get your feelings hurt kid (P) plus your heart broken
(B)Bust it (";Can't truss it!";)
(P)What (E) a relationship (P) friendship
(E)Hardship (P) fell on the booze when ya boy tripped
(E)So pick ya pride up boy (P) oopsy daisy
(P)See ya (E) Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots
of the maniac, dressed in black, carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
The Bozack, I rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B; singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"; -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
Erick Sermon break it down
[Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack";
Verse Two: Erick Sermon
SURPRISE, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play the RUNNIN REBEL
Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt
I got the power, to ramshack a stadium
WUBBA WUBBA, even Judy Brown the Palladium
Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD, YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers
Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin my steel
Plus I'm goin to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER
Cause I could be a head banger
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"; -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
K-Solo!!!
[Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack";
Verse Three: K-Solo
I'm the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh)
My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger DIGITAL
My gun'll make, many men, things you did when I get mad
and pissed cause I can make him my TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF ME
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield
More rhymes than music's, my solution
Subscribers of my style here's a contribution
Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin MC's like cars
and drivin MC's away
Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me
I break the steering shift and leave em EMPTY
Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck
To come tow truck your weak SIDE SHOW
Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
When I get mad I turn GREEN
The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin spectators
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"; -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
Redman get down!
[Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack";
Verse Four: Redman
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
shit that I kick backflips any four bitch (yeah)
Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH
to an incredible nigga with a *nickle* nine on the hip
I always got played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACK
Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet
And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is your
ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied figure
Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK
Yes the Redman that's what they call me
Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
Like AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid ass, ROCKABYE BABY
The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
and still holdin my jewels!
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"; -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack";
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"; -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack";
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"; -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger
[Hit Squad] The head banger
";Yeahhh, head crack, head crack";
(Erick Sermon)
Erick Sermon's in the house
Let's get up, let's get down
Roll wit 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 (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinkin 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
AKA, a sellout, the rap definition
Get off that boy, change your mission
Come back around the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover
The Crossover
(PMD)
The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold
(To who) To pop and R&B;, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill
Trying to chill, saying ";damn, it be great to sell a mill";
Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're gonna be large)
Yea 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 (ruff, rugged and raw)
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
The crossover
(Erick Sermon)
(So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel
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 MC's duck down and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me
(PMD)
Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea 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
Cuz you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came 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 this the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers 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
The crossover
Oww!
Get on down
Get on down
Get on down
Well it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get lose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick so I will never get jumped
The Slayer a beast from the east I'm psycho
If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael
Some say yo I sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap
A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin' style, black as tar
Smokin' the E's no jokin', so don't trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck
No half steppin', I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone, I delight
And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
It's going down
It's going down
No lights, no camera but lots of action
No moonwalkin' backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot
Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beat down
The Squad still in effect, no record skippin'
Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin'
Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin' my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak
Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host
Who rip shows from coast to coast
Get on down, get on down
Get on down, get on down
It's going down
It's going down
Yeah, back to the picture, the scene
It's me Erick Sermon, my M-16
Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It
If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and get some sleep
While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack
It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
Guns and violence, that we don't promote
Just takin' what's ours kid, chill or smell the gun smoke
As I pull out, squeezin' like Mr. Charmin
Destroyin' posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the M.D. A.K.A. slow flow
It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
Yes, return the last dragon balls of fire
Back to attack and sharp like barbed wire
The ruff rugged male human black alien
My style's foreign compared to an Israelian
I rock and shock a new style
Hardcore's the profile I bust a cap for the buckwild
I'm back in effect, how's that?
I'm not Teddy Riley but I'm swingin' like a New Jack
You know me, so yo check my flow G
I rock 48 hours like Nick Nolte
And for your information
I found wack MC's camps and do 'em like Jason
Yeah, do you know what they call me?
E Double who raps off the walls see
I work out, yeah, I do my fitness
So I can find a mistress, while I'm in the business
A gold digger, with the hourglass figure
(Why?)
"I'm feelin' sad", damn nigga
Now I'm rockin' the house with Das EFX
They want EFX, yeah some live effects
M.D. got my back, so I'm goin' for mine
So watch it, or pop pop pop goes my nine
Here we, here we go
(Who?)
Slow flow so watch the head blow
No rules in the rap game, I'm throwin' elbows
(The name)
Mic Doc this is hip hop
(Say what?)
Roll with the Hit Squad, stomp like the Go-Bots
(Shiggedy shots bust)
Parrish Smith rocks the spot
Pumps 'em off the block
Hits because my tune knocks
Tower down over suckers next is Das EFX
(Biggedy mic check um, one two check uhh
I think I wanna rock it M.D.)
Okay Drayz bet
Time to exit, yo, so I'm out there
If you want me you can find me at the crib
Still gettin' mine rippin' rhymes on the mainline
Don't play me or pop goes the nine
Biggedy bang yowza, higgedy how about a mic wrecker?
I biggedy break a back, I'm black and I can Decker
Nigga, ya figgedy figure the way I kick it
I'm dashin', I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and
I trashed him, I miggedy made the bastard look sloppy
Copy, I pack a nine if you try to stop me
Niggedy I'm the bungle, I'm swingin' it from the left so tell the Chef
Boy-ar-dee's niggaz nice, and plus I'm def
Tiggedy take your life asthma, the jibbedy jibber jabber ruff rapper
I wreck it then I step like a ladder
So add a niggedy 'nother page into my rap book
I strike like the weapon or a mother at the crack book
I giggedy give a fender, figgedy bender, to a tender
Roni like umm, Chachi, then Joni
She'll stagger, when I move my lips like Mick Jagger
She'll go goo-goo, gah-gah, they call me Ali Baba
The jibbedy jibber jabber, jibbedy jibber jabber, jaw
Riggedy wreck it quick and get, raw
I'm thiggedy throwin' the slang like a boomerang
Kill the rumor, bang, I steal a show like I used to steal Puma's
Then I rock it, a topic from the sewer or the trash can
I'm niggedy not the video game, but I'm like Pac Man
I'm slick right, I got more Dick than Van Dyke
Chill...
Yeaaaa, hahahaha
(Erick Sermon)
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----
My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green
(Chill...) Chill, fresh new dip when I'm seen
Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double
I pack a Mac 10 just in case of trouble
Hot like the handle on a pot, I'm steaming
Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman
I'm the original, my style's deformed
So it can sound crazy ill when I perform
Yea, check 1, 2, mic supreme
EPMD, the rap American Dream Team
The E-Double's definitely no joke
You can't see me, even wit the microphone
I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer
Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa
Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith
The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest
Hardcore rhymin, yea, that's the ticket
Buckwhylin, ruff enuff for Long Island
Chill.... Yeaaaaaa, Hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island
(PMD)
Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motion
Don't even blink, kid, or I'ma start smoking
The glock hammer's cocked wit the speed jock
12 shots, the bust target is the brown fox
So call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk
B-boy fanatic, straight from New York
The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in effect, I'm clocking mad green
Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog
Girls runnin wild, ?paid tho' like a klondar?
For mics are ready to flow in slow mo'
Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes
(Yeaaaa, hahahaha)Hard, you get scarred, messing wit the Hit Squad
Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge
No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
Get the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chill
Chill.... Yeaaaa, hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island....
(PMD)
It's a fact, I'm mad hard like a jail yard
I'm sick, slow, call me a retard
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
Dark as hell and water drippin
Parrish Smith, mentally sick
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz
Yes, the son of Sam and I'll be godamn
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox
My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock
Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft
Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
(Chorus)
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin(4x)
(Erick Sermon)
Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday
Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday
No illusion, just mass confusion
Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production
I, the Afromerican, black citizen
To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison
No one can stop me
Dun na na na na na, like Rocky
The combination, the jab, the uppercut
Mad footwork from the rapper expert
Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks
Say what, damn right, shut the hell up
I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up
Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts
Then I freak the funky style and I use it
MD and hear nothing but the music
Chorus
(PMD)
What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid
I get mad props like Sonny Crockett
You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe
Can't stop now (why) cuz I'm diesel
EPMD back in effect on your rap set
Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
(Erick Sermon)
Slate take two, action, the main attraction
(Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson
Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick
Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan
My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right
I'm teaching (P-S-Y-C-H-E) psyche
I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground
Out the basement, now world renown
Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim
If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him
Then I freak a funky style and I use it
Kid, and hear nothing but the music
Chorus
Intro-
PMD: Yo, check this out, man, we're gonna do this, man. We got 2 minutes and
20 seconds to get in and out of there. Yo, Redman, Solo, man don't get in
there and start frontin', man. Hit the vault, get the cash, don't shoot
*nobody*. Alright?
Erick: Tom, set the detonators. [beep beep beep beep]
PMD: We 'bout to do this shit...
Erick: P, let's do this.....now!
P: Freeze! (E: Hands in the air!) Nobody move!
(Mack-10 is packed, so don't break fool)
This is a stick-up, real deal, real steel.
(Full cooperation and no one gets killed.
Hey security old man, don't play hero)
Cuz a hero is a dead man, and a dead man is a zero.
Yo, hoe, pu tht loot in the money sack.
(You reach for the button, and then you gettin' smacked!)
?Check the quotes? {HUH?!} Stutter, mothafucka?!
(One more dumb move, P, and I'm-a buck her)
Chill, E. Listen lady, can't afford to do time.
Ome more slip up and your ass is mine.
I need all keys and codes to security boxes,
CDs (Jewels) plus money markets.
(Chill before I bulk like the Hulk, Bruce Banner. Yo Redman) Solo
{What?} Spray the cameras.
All men, women and children please hit the floor.
(Al B.) D-Wade (watch the back door)
Time to get scratch, bring around the 560 (Time check...) Minute and fifty.
{Time keeps on slippin-slippin} (Come on, P, man, ya bullshittin'.
(Hurry up, grab the sack and let's do this.
Pray for the Benz and haul ass like Carl Lewis)
A reminder, a hero's nothin' but a sandwich, Gus.
{This is ridiculous} Say another word {I'll make ya famous}
{I feel like Bustin' Loose!} (P's been hit) {ow} A sharpshooter on the roof.
(Aw shit. Yo Redman, keep the money movin'...Yo Tom J, if I ain't out in 10
seconds, blow this mothafucker up and everybody, y'hear me?)
[Police] {You have 15 seconds to put your weapons down and come out with your
hands up. 15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...}
Let it go...{1}
[explosion]
{Yo, we outta here...} [tires screech]
(Chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)
(PMD)
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank ";So What'cha Saying";'s pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout
";Niggas, Niggas";, yea, cold turn the party out
Chorus
(E Double)
Rap combat squares sat and I attack
Any crab MC that's down wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech
I'm terror, new edition to rap era
I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)?
Yo, wit that, I can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token
Chorus
(Redman)
I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)?
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a
Fuck a freak, words before play
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback
A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam
Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson
Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon
Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums
Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro
My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
Known as I live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
Nasty nigga, competition is none
From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn
Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea
Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels
Chorus
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat
Hmmm, I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
that she bought, when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy
Just my luck, that I'm stuck with a marriage
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So I chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street
So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like I love you so much
But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers
Cause she's a gold digger (3X)
Verse Two: Parrish Smith
The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
";Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl";
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin)
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, ";Yeah I gots to get this";
(P cool, she could be a gold digger)
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten G's on Levi's, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you're so large)
Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug (so did you flip?)
Tried to but she cut me off
And said, ";Guess what?"; (what) ";I'm pregnant"; (pregnant? damn)
Yeah and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
Cause she's a gold digger
Cause she's a gold digger (3X)
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
[E] That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves
[P] Cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
[E] That means the house goes
[P] The car
[E] You and half your cash
[P] What a price to pay, but if you play you pay
Cause women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
[E] A pucker with a strut
[P] Try to move in
[E] Knock the boots
[P] And got stuck, with alimony payments
[E] Time to meet Judge Wapner
[P] You try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'cause she gotcha
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words
[E] I do
[P] But look now, you lost the house
[E] The car
[P] Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment
[E] Boy you picked a winner
[P] But what goes around, comes around
[E] That's why she wheels the Benz
[P] And you ride Greyhound
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
(Now you know)
Not to mess with a gold digger
Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3X)
[P] Yeah EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house
[E] Large!!
Yeah, she get half
(chorus)
Coming straight from the boon dox(3x)
(pmd)
Coming straight from the boon dox, when my tune stomps like sasquatch
You better slow down cuz I'm top notch
Wit the be-bop, can't you see hopps
Yo, I'm swinging wild, g, chill or catch a speed knock
For crying out loud, my style is buckwhyled
Straight from strong isle, peace to the ooh child
A true troop, rugged, stomp in tims boots
No static, ---- uncle sam, I got mad loot
So back up off me, break north you see
I wreck a party in half and then I'm swayze
Rap maniac, brainiac on a fly track
? I've got to zap all those? who's grabbing my bozack
But it's mine, einstein, just like the nine
Rockin my jock, loaded for primetime
I'm on a roll and the mic doc just can't stop
Bust it, coming straight from the boon dox
Chorus
(erick sermon)
1, 2, 1, 2, mic check and I'm packed wit the fire weapon
No half steppin, my nine, a black tech and
Uzi, I'm psycho crazy
Don't ever try to do me, baby
Yea, I'm still wrecking house, so what's up and a
I stuck a nigga in his gut
I'm? rougest? competition, never outlasting
(what happen e-d)yo, I waxed ugly bastards
I took a stick of dynamite and blew 'em up, right
Then boom, I knock em out like mike
I throw a clean fight, can't leave it messy
My blow is super like joe pesci
Before I break out, let's make a toast
And after I'm finish my drink then e's ghost
So mr. bartender, give me a scotch on the rock
(where you coming, e) I'm saying peace from the boon dox
Chorus
(p: pmd, e: erick sermon, b: both)
(p)now what (e) I know what
(p)boy, your mouth shut
(e)so get these (what) nuts because the squad's butt
(p)popping ying-yang, no skills wit the hand swing
(e)another hit from the sqaud (b) it's a small thing
(p)? from the joys of funk, bunk? and make you jump
(e)and pump your hands in the air
(b)soul like a speed bump
(b)down wit def jam
(e)? those scabs rule records, man?
(p)thanks to lyor cohen (e) and russell simmons
(p)yea, but for now child (woo, woo) bow wow
Rap is outta control
Hey, hey rap, rap, wait what, wait
Rap is outta control
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Erick and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it
This is one of my favorites
Aight? So check it, check it
Yeah, outta control
F'real, rap is outta control, like that
PMD, still makin' dollars
Rap's outta control, yo, yo
I be pulsatin' dominatin', up above
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love
E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low
I stay in the cut with O.J.
And the fact is, some things got to change
With eight or more rappers that sound the same
With the same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same fame
Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream
I have to die, I'm livin' a lie
Fake MC's no heart, get torn apart
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get smart
I be the last one you wanna play with
Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
Couple of friends and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep shit rocking 'til morning
With the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin'
Hop in the Benz 2000, Benz with the CD skippin'
EPMD, who's fuckin' with it?
Outta control like 2Pac in Juice, character Bishop
Who's inferior? My Squad be Def
And we ain't hearin' ya, lounge in the black interior
Because rap is outta control
Hey, hey rap is outta control
Rap is outta control
Rap is outta control
Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
When it came to EPMD no one said a word
So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd"
Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down like herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?
I don't think so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot
So don't front for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez
EPMD, blazin' shit, Def 2G's
'Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to third degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see
Rap is outta control
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, what wait
Hey, rap is outta control
Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta control
And yes yes y'all, ay, yes y'all, kick it E
I stand tall, I won't fall, I recall
Your rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure they kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats
I'm like, Superman fly high way up in the sky
And if you try to shoot me down clown I won't die
I cremate
I hate, let's exterminate
Wait for a second E, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
On the crab MC, who's all on the bozack
Who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?
And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat
[pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)
Verse one: erick sermon
Code name e-d, check on the one two three
Black male hard mc
Rap record slave, a brother on the scene
With a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer
A hotline to the governor and mayor
He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta flip
Manslaughter (repeat 2x)
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse two: pmd
Code name md, rappin fanatic
No short taken, black asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper
The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to
Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam
And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam
Rubble, partner code name is e-double
It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-
Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand
As I slay ya manslaughter
Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse three: erick sermon
Mad man fully strapped and I quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not d-t but e-d
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three
I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty-five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in shogun
First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc
That can't count one two three
I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine
I kill a farmer, plus his daughter
Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter
They call us manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse four: pmd
As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo
Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know
There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
That's what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead, manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
Erick sermon:
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...
[parrish: what's up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya know me!]
I'm mad...
Refrain:
(here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x
Parrish:
My life story I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo spellbound
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!
Refrain
Erick:
Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh what a shame I got {fame!}
Parrish:
I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I'm like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya better run,
Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the e and the p's at...
[can they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until things get the bozack... [I'm mad...]
Refrain:
[comin' straight from the underground] 4x
Erick sermon:
As I pump up a brand new funk swing,
And bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.
Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a mc,
I bust a grill, and the reaction I check,
Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;
[crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.
A machine, my functioning, that's mean.
I stay together, my man, like al green.
I'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and I'm back
To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.
Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned,
I close only one eye like a cyclone.
So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,
Summer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.
I'm the grand royal mc, I'm no joke.
I hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.
I smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.
I'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.
Full-power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos.
I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.
I'm packed when it's time to get down.
Cuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...
Refrain 4x
Pmd:
Okie dokie.my mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the
Bull from a phillie blunt and I hope me
Old gold is cold when I pop the cap.
Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.
Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.
I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.
And my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.
And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.
So all hail the mary, crack the moet,
Blast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.
Cuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,
I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows
To the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top
Of druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.
I say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest
You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest
In a new grill, bill, cuz I rock non- until
The fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.
There's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,
Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.
There's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'
On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.
That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.
One slug to the head, mafioso style.
You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,
Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the underground.
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