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