Eh yo, E Double?
Yo up man?
Yo these MC's Got us trapped up these walls man But I'm ready to out there and do this You what I'm sayin? So what's the word?
Sesame, and let down the main gate Before you scream EPMD, you wait I roll with a posse, can you try to me yo, your brothers tried to pop me On the sneak tip, without me So I goin, and my rhymes keep flowin On and on, and I don't I get pushed to the limit, and yo it by step, I put an end to your fun Cause I'm the one, yes me my son A young kid from the ghetto, a from the city I feel sorrow, and I have no pity To run up on you, and wax tax Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your Then flex over, a hop and a jump To the next town, to go a chump try to diss me, and try to bust caps I'm not havin it, and that no haps Jack So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's This is the big
As I go and flow, to a different type of (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple Plus I'm strikin lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper So if a don't like me, the feelin is mutual I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then to neutral And a 40 (what kind) of Olde E To an MC (how) on the Q-T (So what's your boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies left and A behind the stage, the P is like steppin Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens Witness everywhere, but no one seen a When cops ask questions, my description is No answers at all, just bodies the stage One witness yells out, he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat A cop says yo how he from the spot? "In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc But the windows were tinted, and we get a look" (Why?) There was smoke the rubber he cooked The big
No Rome-et-oh, or romance story Just EPMD, the and the glory The rappin technique, somethin like Dangerous, it keep you in And you have to be cool, and plus stamina if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya In your guts, from the razor And I'mma stick and pick, until your goes nuts It might sound gross, or your stomach bubble But ever ever ever, mess with E Double I'm like Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy I'm the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all Say check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be (So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!" So dig it, as I kick it, your eyes open Cause a brother me, is always scopin In fact, you should pack, because I cut no It's like that, this is the big
If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy So up MC's, and off we go It's not a rodeo, but I a lasso I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin Never step to a show packin My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. So nothin moves funny, at the rappin I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles I drop lyrics, while your bass sound muffled (You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still and say dough More or do a show, nah The only high I get, is when my yell HOE So get the bo-zack, cause back to hack Here to let you that it's the big payback