Eh yo, whassup E
Yo up man?
Yo crab MC's Got us up behind these walls man But I'm ready to break out and do this You what I'm sayin? So what's the word?
Open Sesame, and let 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 tip, without me knowin So I keep goin, and my keep flowin On and on, and I don't I get to the limit, and yo that's it by step, I put an end to your fun Cause I'm the one, yes me my son A young kid the ghetto, a kiddie from the city I don't sorrow, and I have no pity To run up on you, and wax tax gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts Then flex over, a hop skip and a To the town, to go punk a chump MC's try to diss me, and try to caps I'm not havin it, and that means no 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 of tempo (Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin like Tyson MC's 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 shift to And a 40 (what kind) of Olde E To an MC (how) on the Q-T (So your name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the that's left and A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens everywhere, but no one seen a thing When cops ask questions, my is vague No answers at all, just bodies the stage One yells out, that he was dressed in black dookie link, with a Fisherman hat A cop says yo how he fleed the spot? "In a sports car, I think 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 technique, somethin like fencin Dangerous, it you in suspense And you have to be cool, and plus have Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya In guts, from the razor cuts And I'mma and pick, until your mind goes nuts It might gross, or make your stomach bubble But don't ever ever, mess with E Double I'm like Jumpin Flash, a Spy with an Eye I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, all Say some check one-twos, and 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 like me, is always In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack It's like that, this is the big
If rappin was a tribe I'd be the commanche Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy So up MC's, and off we go It's not a rodeo, but I carry a Cause I'm back from vacation, 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 Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or step to a show without packin My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. So moves funny, at the rappin session I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles I drop clear lyrics, while bass sound muffled (You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still and say dough More or do a show, nah The only I get, is when my fans yell HOE So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack Here to let you that it's the big payback