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Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
Niggaz duckin' we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, with the big wigs

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, Appeal
Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like street
I rock a watch with a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
Lost mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make for the fans, plus the world tour
Believe that, that E and P's back
Wreckin' daily, so chill and get the bozack

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
you customers and those fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to live so I'm
Got to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

We stripped too many beats to make too many to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme
More Dangerous than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, wild cattle
We flow so dead that, let that shit cease
I'm quick the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter