Just you thought it was safe to make records The rap duo is back, it's to start wreckin E Double high, I'm swingin low Washin wannabees down, some H20 As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for (Any has PMD?) no! I'm blowin off course, like the S.S. Minnow not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my Eggo
"I hear voices sayin Erick Sermon"
up, right now, I'm on a mission Front face the center and your competition As I rock, you jock, and in And fear, when the E is on the spot (You the mic handle, Joker, Joker, Joker) Yeah boy, you hit the So chill as I my skill and rap talent Smooth hardcore, no for love ballads I'm not kickin the slow that's cool But nah the hardcore, that make the act fool That's the way I would stuff lookin The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin Brooklyn boy
"EPMD is in town" No at all boy "Strictly necks!" "EPMD is in town" No at all boy "Strictly necks!"
Welcome, and all Crab tried to diss, now it's time to People, and flipped, when we splurged our gift To get paid off what we made, and also A new way to sway, or should I say To keep the screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'ho' Now hold the O, and give me an A and a snare, now the green light to go I a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his When five-oh roll, say what's the M.O Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Cause on my second return, I had to come nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip I make the music, that makes a ill In Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill Or maybe at the where you hang where it's hot quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot But mainly at a concert the place is packed Brothers yellin 'ho', girlies on the The system boomin, everywhere People swayin side to with they hands in the air A posse digs the music so want to roll So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's But you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami Approach caution, cause brothers pack jammies In they coat pocketbooks, and they jock You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get
"I hear voices sayin Erick Sermon"
Hurry hurry and step up The best on earth, EPMD yea word up And the man on the cut He who don't can get the (macadamia) NUTS So homeboy, there's any static? Do we to draw joints and get dramatic? Or can we cool and be old chaps Or break loose, out guns and bust caps? Nah, I don't think you want So I cool, and instead I raps Like one two, and you don't quit And match a funky dope rhyme fits I say a rhyme and the whole subject And flow, and freak the whole public It can't be done, by a crab MC Who out the crack rehab You must be mad, in fact, of rad You not a criminal, you soft and I'm bad Don't to brag, I'm just makin a point Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the Fencin, no half-steppin, up and down I gets mine, so you cool and lounge when
"EPMD is in town" No at all boy "Strictly necks!" "EPMD is in town" No at all boy "Strictly necks!"
SCSU! EPMD's in Snappin n cashin checks