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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
Ayo what's up E Double? [Erick Sermon] Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying to get paid off what we made. [PMD] Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd better get a grip on them lips and get off the... [P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D [E] I be the E double E in the place to be [P] Ayo what up E man we in there man? [E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying? [P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year [E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down [Erick Sermon] There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve Can't understand why you got involved Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster Now think who causes disaster Clue number two, you give up? I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three You wrong, cause it was EPMD [PMD] MC's, get off the bandwagon I'm not bragging, but tagging And snagging the biter that tries to imitate Time to go on strike and demonstrate On the fo, that does not N-O That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x) [Erick Sermon] This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you While the bass is booming and your face is glooming Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler [PMD] Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue I roll into the party as if I was Five-O Book investigation biters like Columbo Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo Or play Commando, you know? I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro We rock rhymes then we we run em a while Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style They're confused, dazed, and amused Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x) [Erick Sermon] While my volume was swaying, you were saying "Who was that brother?" while the record was playing I felt kinda happy like an ego trip I had to laugh cause my energy's tip My tradition is dissing in this position And right about now I'm in perfect condition And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing Don't say nothing homeboy just listen [PMD] No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying? I devastate the hip-hop scene Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch You wild on the groove with the beat on wax I'm in my own world, no room for distraction Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
[PMD]
Cooling on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that (Yo P you was packing?) You know I'm strapped Posse kept rolling it was hard to get with em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started spraying niggas [E Double] What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Giving best wishes to the best MC The E the D-O-U-B-L-E Because I'm housing [Repeat: x3] [PMD] Cooling at a party, no better yet disco Head feeling mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move To crush and fry a sucker MC like Crisco Every chance I get, I try to kill That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill I keep the place jumping til the party's through Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues Take off your coat, won't you stay a while Check out the voice that is smooth and mild It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey [E Double] Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo Treating me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild Well let me tell you homeboy you're living foul MC's, you know who you are (On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cause you a star) This is the year that when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start capping But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb As I proceed to rock, the girls are clocking Some brothers act hard but the rest are jocking Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4] [PMD] I come on strong, like a bodybuilder Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express My intention's not to dis, but impress For the ladies and gents, the money was spent To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event) In concert, not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work) To make your body jerk (To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n I'm not skeezing, but pleasing All party goers, also behind show-ers Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome Out the mouth, to the microphone Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4] DJ La Boss, on the scratch Lounge (My homeboy Big Daddy Kane, BizMarkie) |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
{helicopter flies overhead}
[Parrish Smith] Yeah time to put it down E Time to put it down E EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G's Uh huh yeah Yeah it's like this y'all it's like that y'all It's like this y'all it's like that y'all It's like this y'all it's like that y'all Ay E Dub check it out MC's out there, you better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From New York straight talk, America's best Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest [Erick Sermon] Style of the rap, makes your hands clap Take care of myself because the lines are strapped Day mean business, no time for play If you bite a line, we'll roll your way The more you bite, your body gets hot Don't get too close, because you might get shot Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat Don't play Dumbo, you're smarter than that [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin Good friends already bitin, without you knowin Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker The mind become delirious, situation serious Don't get ill, go and get curious [Erick Sermon] Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back but he's not, so don't act cute Cause if you do you in hot pursuits [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] As the song goes on you will notice a change The way I throw down, the way I say my name The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant So MC be cool, and keep your distance When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE.. .. music please [Erick Sermon] Ah where was I? Oh yes Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic The mind is weary, floatin like a dove Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love Control the crowd, so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] The wack I subtract, the strong I attack The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat Take em off on the mic then I tell em step Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating Play me too close, like two dogs mating [Erick Sermon] Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson Don't really like it when suckers start messin Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud Talkin much junk to attract a crowd You say you wanna battle, your first mistake You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin Kinda upset boy -- I understand You lost again -- I won, god damn [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it The rhymes I designed, are right on time and at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller MC's cold clockin til the party's through then they tap me on my shoulder and say, ""This Bud's for you"" [Erick Sermon] To be a real MC, you can't be obedient To be smooth is the main ingredient You have to be silky like a Milky Way To be able to make it work, you rest and play I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin Slow yes, just like they're awed The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth.. .. [Parrish Smith] While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess Scored 110, on my MC test My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened [Erick Sermon] I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh You mess around, and we'll be fightin It's alright if you bite, but don't recite because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right But until just chill to the next episode Donald J, yo, release the code [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats All the way live, 2 G's, 2 G's, 5 G's New legacy |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
Yo what's up PMD? [PMD] Ayo coolin man done with this album about to take it up to Leon Wills see what they say. [E] Hold up man we ain't bringing nothing up until I diss this girl man. [P] Aw you ain't going to go into that Jane thing again? [E] You know I had to diss her! I told her don't mess with me you know? [P] But why you gotta be bothering with that skeezer? That was way back in 1986! [E] Let me tell you how it went anyway [E] Hanging out late drinking a couple of brews [P] Turn on the radio put the shit on snooze [E] So when it's time to get up, the radio comes on [P] Blasting in my ear with the hip-hop song [E] Five minutes later I hear someone knocking [P] Yo outside yo, my stereo's rocking [E] Saying in my mind "Who can it be?" [P] It was me, the P double E M D [E] I said yo [P] I said yo [E] What's up trooper? I have a girl and she wants me to duke her [P] Why didn't you? [E] I woulda have been, only thing she brung along a friend So PMD (Yo?) Why don't you do me a favor? Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later She's fly, haircut like Anita Baker [P] Looked up and down and said "Hmm, I'll take her" She came in, I said "Hi my name is P" She said "Hello my name is J-A-N-E" I said "Jane, oh, what a nice name" It reminds me of a high school flame [E] She came behind me and then she rubbed my back She started moaning and said "Yo, let's hit the sack" Went to my room because she was kinda bossy Girl broke buckwild [P] And started playing horsey [E] She showed pain but inside she felt joy [P] Ayo she broke wild and said "Ride em cowboy!" [E] Three o'clock on the dot [P] Tired of busting her [E] Woke up in the morning to my record "You're a Customer" She left me a note, she called me the medicine Said next time you have to be better [P] Bigger [E] Stronger and much faster [P] And you don't quit, EPMD rock double [E] To the funky shit |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
[parrish smith]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n I pick your card and your name has been chosen Not all about ? line-opin? or the stick up scene "let it flow!", you know what I mean I'm the pmd, in the place to be Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow [erick sermon] I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti Use the same fuel as mario andretti Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip So if you real, it's no time to slip Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin Let the mc's know that I shock like lightning They mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening [parrish] so let the funk flow "let it flow!" [erick sermon] Blastoff, and off you go We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow I would say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not leavin I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin So I will stay, if that's fine wit you But I won't leave, until the party is through So while I'm here, let me get funky Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie) Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide Epmd them goin nationwide [parrish smith] While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin You lose your cool, then you start jumpin You're out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your back To mess with the two is to mess with hot water We like to hang, torture then slaughter All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait [erick] so let the funk flow "let it flow!" [parrish smith] Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone When the brother pmd is on the microphone The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined To go off beat, and come back on time To maintain and explain, but never sound the same And when it comes to do this, very few remain People on my jock for the rhymes I invent Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess Chillin hard, with the p on my chest Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy [erick sermon] Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh That's not the move, it's about hip-hop The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot That only shows you what juice I got And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you So let the funk flow "let it flow!" [parrish] so let the funk flow "let it flow!" [parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky [sermon] |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
[Erick Sermon]
Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no joke on the lyric - it's hard to be modest I knew I was the man with the master plan to make you wiggle and jiggle, like gelatin Just think while I sink, into the brain structure (Don't sleep on the E) You see, somethin might rupture I don't take time for me to blow your mind Take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So just lounge.. cause you're a MC clown Go join the circus.. EPMD's in town [Parrish Smith] Total chaos -- no mass confusion Rhymes so hypnotizin known to cause an illusion Like a magician.. who pulls a rabbit out a hat, son I pull them all like a .44 Magnum MC freeze stop look and listen, and try to imagine It's travellin the speed of light, but everything's motion is frightening.. plus the thought you alone You now enter dimension, called the Twilight Zone You're terrified.. plus you can't bear the thought You and I one-on-one, in the Land of the Lost You start to shiver.. but then you scream, my friend Yo wake up Muttley, because you're dreamin again But next time I'm on the scene, do not try to diss us Keep your mouth shut sucker duck, because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] This is the rap season.. where the E starts pleasin Girls around the world no need to be skeezin When I roll I stroll, cool always pack a tool Just in case.. a brother acts a fool I've got the energy, to put the girls in the frenzy Put it in shock when I rock, give it up I'm not stingy Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dancefloor.. (Get busy, boy) Like you never saw before Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy (Yo, you sniff blow?) .. Hell no! I got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin And my parents find out, then they start riffin So I stay, a-okay, cause I'm the E.. the R-I-C-K [Parrish Smith] MC's look me in my face, then their eyes get weak Pulse rate descends.. heart rate increases It's like beam me up, Scotty, I control your body I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party And all due respect, when I say mic check Let a sucker slide once -- then I break his neck So when I say jump, you reply, "How high?" Because I'm takin no prisoners, so don't play hero and die cause you're a soldier.. and I'm a Green Beret I do not think twice about the MC's I slay So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this: Bring your dog, mom, and dad.. because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] Yo yo, you're still pickin on that four-leaf clover? Bring in the Sandman, sucker.. because it's over My name is Erick Sermon and I'm back again I see the heads still turnin and my so-called friends They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash Mad and stuff -- because they don't have cash Like the E-Double.. or the PMD He drives a Corvette, I drive a Samurai Suzuki I'm a locksmith.. with the key to fame Never high on myself -- always stay the same Play a lot because I'm hot, like a horse I trot Around the track and back -- fatigued? No, I'm not [Parrish Smith] Well I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one who likes to say hello to a fly girl that is good to go With the slow tempo, and the off-beat rhyme flow Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin or relaxin -- just subtractin and reactin on a sucker MC who mouth keeps on yappin and flappin I lose my cool, then I'll start slappin and smackin You wanna roll? Then Albee start jackin and cappin No time to lounge, I'm packin and strappin At my point of attack I soar at you like an eagle I'm the sheriff, and bitin is illegal So when I'm in town, I highly recommend this You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
Sick em champ... Well I have a new dance that you all must learn You may have seen the Pee Wee Herman but it's had it's turn Now this brand new dance I know you not with it You might break your neck to really try to get it If you seen the clumsy movie it was called The Jerk You had to check out Steve Martin as he started the ?kirk? He was doin freaky moves with his feet and head With his blue farmer suit and his big Pro-Keds Now if you wanna learn it, it really takes time That's why I'm here now tellin you this rhyme And if you never seen it, then I'll be startin My brand new funky dance, called the Steve Martin Like this... get em Steve, get em Get em Steve, get em Steve, get em Get em... Like this... [Erick Sermon] Well the dance is def, and it's gonna last I don't really think any other dance will pass All the dancers out there tryin to freak on the floor When they see me do the Martin they try to ignore When they see my dance, they came to a surprise I caught the suckers ducks speakin eye to eye While they bitin my stuff, like I wasn't there But they didn't have the right so, I didn't care Sway your arms around your back, then across your chest Do the crazy leg sweep from right to left It's the Steve... [Parrish Smith] Like this... Get em Steve, get em Steve, get em... Get em Steve, get em Steve, get em... Get em... Well it's back to the man on the mic you see Because I'm stuck to my dance like a dog on a flea Now I know my dance is the funky dance comin Pee-Wee Herman (BizMarkie) was pumpin (but mines is jumpin) It's the Steve... Like this, sick em champ (Steve Martin's in full effect!) Sick em champ (Yo Steve's a weasel! Show em how your Steve Martin go) Get em Steve, get em Steve, get em (repeat 4X) (Ahh yeah, Steve Martin in full effect) EPMD, strikin once again, funky fresh in the flesh (True, yo, PMD! Oww, yeah...) I be the P double E-M-D in the place (Yeah check this out P, I think this is the last record of the album... Awww we made it!) Yo yo what time is it? [Erick Sermon] Nineteen eighty-eight is so great, and eighty-nine even better And don't forget, to take off that hot sweater... Yeah check this out y'all! We got this funky track, ahh, yo yo yo Check this out homeboys Because we dope, the dope-di-dope-di-dope-di-dope The dope-di-dope-nope-we-ain't-no-joke No-joke-no-joke, so PMD!! Yo!! We ain't no joke, no-joke-no-joke-no-joke-the-dope (On the Columbo tip!) I'm the real deal homeboy, for real (On the strength!) Because we in there, yes we in there And we're outta here, like last year (We lost the bandwagon, because I'm housin...) We goin straight for the kill because you're loungin (I'm Strictly Business |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
You Gots to Chill...
Verse 1 [E Double E] Relax your mind let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you're tired then go take a nap Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right now I'm 'bout to shake'n'bake The E R I C K is my name I spell Things to the clientele yo I rock well I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say "Check 1-2" and run down a line [Pee MD] To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she's a skeezoid When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot I grab the steel with the crown on the top In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow And at twelve I press cruise control Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax Maintain MC's while the Double E macks Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill... Verse 2 [E Double E] I be the personal computer, information on rap Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap I format the rhymes step by step Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep Prepared to come off in case of a diss Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this I can turn the party out just by standin' still Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill Take total control of your body and soul Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll [Pee MD] I'm the P-double-E M-D-E-E And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous And like an epidemic it becomes contagious But never the least they all R.I.P For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace Cos M.D stands for Microphone Doctor And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill So believe me boy, you gots to chill... Verse 3 [E Double E] Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin' Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin' Seeing is believing, you catch my drift? Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift (How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords The only weapon is my rappin' sword [Pee MD] Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone When I'm pushin' on the microphone Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker The one who likes to max and relax And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin' When it's time to roll Uzi patrol's packin' The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend And through the course of the party I kill again and again So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear You gots to chill... Outro [E Double E] DJ La Boss... [Pee MD] ...takes no shorts |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge you in the danger zone I figured you would now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD] I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill It's like a Diggum Smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage [Erick Sermon] I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend [PMD] I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla Better known as the MC cold killer PMD cold keeps the place jumping And if not then we feel like we owe you something Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be fresh To make you dance until there's no one left Cause you a customer [Erick Sermon] Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxing Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like ?Steve Austin?, I got you in the square I will let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions until I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" [PMD] Whenever MC's, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" [Erick Sermon] Well it was a ???? test, nothing we can't handle At the house they had the mics on the mantle Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Woah, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son [PMD] I'll drop that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Cause I'm a rhyme like a taylor, flow like a sailor As the beat gets stronger, MC's get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging MC's surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles because the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle You a customer [Erick Sermon] I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I flow like Bounty, you know what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, do the least of steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then jam it up [PMD] You said you see me jamming in New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know, you must have been jocking How do you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Well search upon me but don't go past the limit Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the good time playing Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and [PMD] MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" [Erick Sermon] People say that I'm a party pooper To tell the truth I'm a born trooper You a customer |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (1990)
Ayo what's up E Double? [Erick Sermon] Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying to get paid off what we made. [PMD] Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd better get a grip on them lips and get off the... [P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D [E] I be the E double E in the place to be [P] Ayo what up E man we in there man? [E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying? [P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year [E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down [Erick Sermon] There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve Can't understand why you got involved Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster Now think who causes disaster Clue number two, you give up? I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three You wrong, cause it was EPMD [PMD] MC's, get off the bandwagon I'm not bragging, but tagging And snagging the biter that tries to imitate Time to go on strike and demonstrate On the fo, that does not N-O That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x) [Erick Sermon] This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you While the bass is booming and your face is glooming Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler [PMD] Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue I roll into the party as if I was Five-O Book investigation biters like Columbo Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo Or play Commando, you know? I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro We rock rhymes then we we run em a while Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style They're confused, dazed, and amused Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x) [Erick Sermon] While my volume was swaying, you were saying "Who was that brother?" while the record was playing I felt kinda happy like an ego trip I had to laugh cause my energy's tip My tradition is dissing in this position And right about now I'm in perfect condition And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing Don't say nothing homeboy just listen [PMD] No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying? I devastate the hip-hop scene Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch You wild on the groove with the beat on wax I'm in my own world, no room for distraction Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (1990)
[PMD]
Cooling on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that (Yo P you was packing?) You know I'm strapped Posse kept rolling it was hard to get with em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started spraying niggas [E Double] What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Giving best wishes to the best MC The E the D-O-U-B-L-E Because I'm housing [Repeat: x3] [PMD] Cooling at a party, no better yet disco Head feeling mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move To crush and fry a sucker MC like Crisco Every chance I get, I try to kill That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill I keep the place jumping til the party's through Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues Take off your coat, won't you stay a while Check out the voice that is smooth and mild It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey [E Double] Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo Treating me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild Well let me tell you homeboy you're living foul MC's, you know who you are (On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cause you a star) This is the year that when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start capping But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb As I proceed to rock, the girls are clocking Some brothers act hard but the rest are jocking Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4] [PMD] I come on strong, like a bodybuilder Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express My intention's not to dis, but impress For the ladies and gents, the money was spent To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event) In concert, not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work) To make your body jerk (To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n I'm not skeezing, but pleasing All party goers, also behind show-ers Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome Out the mouth, to the microphone Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4] DJ La Boss, on the scratch Lounge (My homeboy Big Daddy Kane, BizMarkie) |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (1990)
{helicopter flies overhead}
[Parrish Smith] Yeah time to put it down E Time to put it down E EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G's Uh huh yeah Yeah it's like this y'all it's like that y'all It's like this y'all it's like that y'all It's like this y'all it's like that y'all Ay E Dub check it out MC's out there, you better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From New York straight talk, America's best Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest [Erick Sermon] Style of the rap, makes your hands clap Take care of myself because the lines are strapped Day mean business, no time for play If you bite a line, we'll roll your way The more you bite, your body gets hot Don't get too close, because you might get shot Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat Don't play Dumbo, you're smarter than that [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin Good friends already bitin, without you knowin Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker The mind become delirious, situation serious Don't get ill, go and get curious [Erick Sermon] Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back but he's not, so don't act cute Cause if you do you in hot pursuits [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] As the song goes on you will notice a change The way I throw down, the way I say my name The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant So MC be cool, and keep your distance When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE.. .. music please [Erick Sermon] Ah where was I? Oh yes Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic The mind is weary, floatin like a dove Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love Control the crowd, so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] The wack I subtract, the strong I attack The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat Take em off on the mic then I tell em step Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating Play me too close, like two dogs mating [Erick Sermon] Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson Don't really like it when suckers start messin Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud Talkin much junk to attract a crowd You say you wanna battle, your first mistake You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin Kinda upset boy -- I understand You lost again -- I won, god damn [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it The rhymes I designed, are right on time and at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller MC's cold clockin til the party's through then they tap me on my shoulder and say, ""This Bud's for you"" [Erick Sermon] To be a real MC, you can't be obedient To be smooth is the main ingredient You have to be silky like a Milky Way To be able to make it work, you rest and play I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin Slow yes, just like they're awed The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth.. .. [Parrish Smith] While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess Scored 110, on my MC test My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened [Erick Sermon] I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh You mess around, and we'll be fightin It's alright if you bite, but don't recite because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right But until just chill to the next episode Donald J, yo, release the code [PMD] It's my thing [Parrish Smith] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats All the way live, 2 G's, 2 G's, 5 G's New legacy |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (1990)
[parrish smith]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n I pick your card and your name has been chosen Not all about ? line-opin? or the stick up scene "let it flow!", you know what I mean I'm the pmd, in the place to be Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow [erick sermon] I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti Use the same fuel as mario andretti Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip So if you real, it's no time to slip Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin Let the mc's know that I shock like lightning They mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening [parrish] so let the funk flow "let it flow!" [erick sermon] Blastoff, and off you go We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow I would say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not leavin I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin So I will stay, if that's fine wit you But I won't leave, until the party is through So while I'm here, let me get funky Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie) Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide Epmd them goin nationwide [parrish smith] While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin You lose your cool, then you start jumpin You're out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your back To mess with the two is to mess with hot water We like to hang, torture then slaughter All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait [erick] so let the funk flow "let it flow!" [parrish smith] Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone When the brother pmd is on the microphone The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined To go off beat, and come back on time To maintain and explain, but never sound the same And when it comes to do this, very few remain People on my jock for the rhymes I invent Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess Chillin hard, with the p on my chest Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy [erick sermon] Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh That's not the move, it's about hip-hop The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot That only shows you what juice I got And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you So let the funk flow "let it flow!" [parrish] so let the funk flow "let it flow!" [parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky [sermon] |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (1990)
[Erick Sermon]
Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no joke on the lyric - it's hard to be modest I knew I was the man with the master plan to make you wiggle and jiggle, like gelatin Just think while I sink, into the brain structure (Don't sleep on the E) You see, somethin might rupture I don't take time for me to blow your mind Take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So just lounge.. cause you're a MC clown Go join the circus.. EPMD's in town [Parrish Smith] Total chaos -- no mass confusion Rhymes so hypnotizin known to cause an illusion Like a magician.. who pulls a rabbit out a hat, son I pull them all like a .44 Magnum MC freeze stop look and listen, and try to imagine It's travellin the speed of light, but everything's motion is frightening.. plus the thought you alone You now enter dimension, called the Twilight Zone You're terrified.. plus you can't bear the thought You and I one-on-one, in the Land of the Lost You start to shiver.. but then you scream, my friend Yo wake up Muttley, because you're dreamin again But next time I'm on the scene, do not try to diss us Keep your mouth shut sucker duck, because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] This is the rap season.. where the E starts pleasin Girls around the world no need to be skeezin When I roll I stroll, cool always pack a tool Just in case.. a brother acts a fool I've got the energy, to put the girls in the frenzy Put it in shock when I rock, give it up I'm not stingy Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dancefloor.. (Get busy, boy) Like you never saw before Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy (Yo, you sniff blow?) .. Hell no! I got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin And my parents find out, then they start riffin So I stay, a-okay, cause I'm the E.. the R-I-C-K [Parrish Smith] MC's look me in my face, then their eyes get weak Pulse rate descends.. heart rate increases It's like beam me up, Scotty, I control your body I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party And all due respect, when I say mic check Let a sucker slide once -- then I break his neck So when I say jump, you reply, "How high?" Because I'm takin no prisoners, so don't play hero and die cause you're a soldier.. and I'm a Green Beret I do not think twice about the MC's I slay So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this: Bring your dog, mom, and dad.. because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] Yo yo, you're still pickin on that four-leaf clover? Bring in the Sandman, sucker.. because it's over My name is Erick Sermon and I'm back again I see the heads still turnin and my so-called friends They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash Mad and stuff -- because they don't have cash Like the E-Double.. or the PMD He drives a Corvette, I drive a Samurai Suzuki I'm a locksmith.. with the key to fame Never high on myself -- always stay the same Play a lot because I'm hot, like a horse I trot Around the track and back -- fatigued? No, I'm not [Parrish Smith] Well I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one who likes to say hello to a fly girl that is good to go With the slow tempo, and the off-beat rhyme flow Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin or relaxin -- just subtractin and reactin on a sucker MC who mouth keeps on yappin and flappin I lose my cool, then I'll start slappin and smackin You wanna roll? Then Albee start jackin and cappin No time to lounge, I'm packin and strappin At my point of attack I soar at you like an eagle I'm the sheriff, and bitin is illegal So when I'm in town, I highly recommend this You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business |
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from EPMD - Strictly Business (1990)
You Gots to Chill... Verse 1 [E Double E] Relax your mind let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you're tired then go take a nap Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right now I'm 'bout to shake'n'bake The E R I C K is my name I spell Things to the clientele yo I rock well I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say "Check 1-2" and run down a line [Pee MD] To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she's a skeezoid When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot I grab the steel with the crown on the top In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow And at twelve I press cruise control Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax Maintain MC's while the Double E macks Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill... Verse 2 [E Double E] I be the personal computer, information on rap Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap I format the rhymes step by step Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep Prepared to come off in case of a diss Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this I can turn the party out just by standin' still Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill Take total control of your body and soul Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll [Pee MD] I'm the P-double-E M-D-E-E And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous And like an epidemic it becomes contagious But never the least they all R.I.P For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace Cos M.D stands for Microphone Doctor And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill So believe me boy, you gots to chill... Verse 3 [E Double E] Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin' Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin' Seeing is believing, you catch my drift? Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift (How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords The only weapon is my rappin' sword [Pee MD] Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone When I'm pushin' on the microphone Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker The one who likes to max and relax And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin' When it's time to roll Uzi patrol's packin' The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend And through the course of the party I kill again and again So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear You gots to chill... Outro [E Double E] DJ La Boss... [Pee MD] ...takes no shorts |
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Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge you in the danger zone I figured you would now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD] I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill It's like a Diggum Smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage [Erick Sermon] I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend [PMD] I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla Better known as the MC cold killer PMD cold keeps the place jumping And if not then we feel like we owe you something Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be fresh To make you dance until there's no one left Cause you a customer [Erick Sermon] Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxing Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like ?Steve Austin?, I got you in the square I will let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions until I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" [PMD] Whenever MC's, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" [Erick Sermon] Well it was a ???? test, nothing we can't handle At the house they had the mics on the mantle Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Woah, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son [PMD] I'll drop that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Cause I'm a rhyme like a taylor, flow like a sailor As the beat gets stronger, MC's get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging MC's surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles because the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle You a customer [Erick Sermon] I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I flow like Bounty, you know what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, do the least of steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then jam it up [PMD] You said you see me jamming in New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know, you must have been jocking How do you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Well search upon me but don't go past the limit Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the good time playing Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and [PMD] MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" [Erick Sermon] People say that I'm a party pooper To tell the truth I'm a born trooper You a customer |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
Yeah, vacation's over As I say mic check, in eighty-nine, time to wreck Tellin all the sucker crab MC's to step EPMD's in effect Snappin necks and cashin large checks, youknowhatI'msayin? And we gonna do it somethin like this [Erick Sermon] Shazam, let me tell you who I am The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior Doin damage to the world worse than the Hurricane Gloria I'm serious -- you can say I'm furious You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious A rare rap style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual [Parrish Smith] While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato Gettin philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?) Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro As you all well know, I do a show Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that I'm bringin Tryin to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack Not fiction but fact black, believe that Then put away your demo cause the brother is back and get the bozack.. E.. [Erick Sermon] As I sing and do my thing I might sing Jane, or the whole shabang But if I snap, during the course of the rap P tap me on the back, throw the crowd a slap Just to distract, til I'm intact Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack Groove to the rhythm of a funky track Like ("Yo, you slap me and I'll slap you back") I come correct with the context.. flex.. Just to distract, til I'm intact Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack Groove to the rhythm of a funky track Like ("Yo, you slap me and I'll slap you back") I come correct with the context.. and then vex and then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex And then check for a second, yo, then sayyy (R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect! For me the E Double, or the emcee rap goddess Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless So get the bozack.. P.. [Parrish Smith] Yo, time to get funky and raw Stompin out posses (like who?) like Gigantor Cause when I roll I come fully equipped Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips Like a detenator with no ticks I then trip or slip or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed You must be sick all on the dilznick, like a jim hat Your shit ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker Like KRS-One says, you a Part Time Sucka who works O.T., to be like me The Capital P, the M, I'm like D To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E So get the bozack.. E.. [Erick Sermon] The MC Grand Royal on the microphone Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E Capone I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't choke No hopes folks, I quote note for note You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?) and does the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit Don't catch a nitfit, because my style legit Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo A trick from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu Equipped with the posse and the time I need Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed So get the bozack.. P.. [Parrish Smith] Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin Scanned the crowd, then start wreckin Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped If you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and boos I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about schemein Wax the P twice, you must be dreamin Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda left P alone Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track to lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm back In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack Premeditate my assassination and come strapped Cause your words are uttered, your wack style is cluttered Tried to step to the E and the P and got smug You get the bo-zack Yo, get the bozack Yeah, get the bozack (knahmean?) Yeah, get the BOZACK [Erick Sermon] Uh-huh, yeah [Parrish Smith] The B, the O, the Z Get the BOZACK [Erick Sermon] Hahhh, yeah [EPMD] get the bozack, get the bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack get the bozack, get the bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack [Erick Sermon] Get the bozack The bozack punk, word up [Parrish Smith] Yo, I don't play |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
As the wind sets the mood it's time to let off A sucker tried to play me the E I'm not soft I'm very hardcore droppin bombs like Warsaw It reminds me back in 1984 when I went to a party with the master plan to step up and put the mic in my hand Everybody was there from junior high to high schools Dyin to get busy because I knew I had the tools Then I got the heart and went by the set I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat" Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it Later on I made a record, and got recognition Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin Written and produced by the new rap duo Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features that used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the tip tip-top and I won't stop To be the master, in the field of hip-hop I did that, and got a name for myself The image of E, and all of my wealth I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same Oh what a shame, I diss em Who to blame? It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Parrish Smith] Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed Said, "You better grab your books and take your behind to class" They said, "You couldn't make a record and expect to get paid cause there's too many def rappers in the world today" I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def" They said, "Your name is Parrish son, you're like all the rest Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess" But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch, and James Ellis I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow First name was Terry, last name Romanello My records started sellin then P withdrew from the college Southern Con, known as SCSU But when I often go and visit they say, "P bust a rhyme" I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex but P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex And when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper "Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?" I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Erick Sermon] Oh! Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin Now you watch Yo! MTV Raps every weekend Just to see me, the E and the P Coolin out on the scene, with Fab 5 Freddy Back then you didn't know, that I was determined to be a def rapper with the name Erick Sermon To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble Then I thought, and came up with E Double I can't forget, how they used to diss Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp But I got paid, now you feel stupid Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it Now I clock G's, trunk jewels, and star trims Cool around town, and flex my black Benz Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks Livin well off, with the ? in the bank EPMD, is Erick Parrish Makin Dollars Always on tour, so you can call us roads/Rhodes scholars You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the .. "Fame!" [E] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Parrish Smith] As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm I use my crazy def talent, that God has given me to flow slow, and still live large To drop a def LP, and catch MC's off guard Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble "They got lucky on Strictly Biz but watch the next one crumble" My father always told me to wisen up son Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one So I cut my friends off, and P went for self Me and Erick Sermon, and no one else Strictly writin def lyrics to my best ability With the crazy imagination as my only utility Cause MC's around my way brag how def they are But now they workin full time, and sharin their mom's cars Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can rock But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clock Yeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt But don't blame us, blame God, it's his fault For assistin us on the mission of a point of no return to do a crab MC, who did not learn Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respect Between me and you sonny, straight up, I'm like death I cooled on the Run tour, with Flavor and Chuck Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince but I guess that was luck I did shows in crazy countries, like Europe and France Copenhagen, Denmark, and Amsterdam I even been to our country, that they call Africa Keep your eyes on your girl, cause P'll be watchin around the tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin A new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickin Flows and echoes, that sound exact But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the same First name is still Parrish, Sue's my girl, nuttin changed You insist I act funny, but who's to blame? It wasn't Yo! MTV Raps, the money, or Soul Train It was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" * DJ K. La Boss cuts up "Fame!" * [Erick and Parrish talk to outro |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
"Now that I got your attention again I want to" [PMD] Party.. party.. party.. party * echoes left to right * [Erick Sermon] Get up shake your butts feel the rhythm of the cuts Walk around and strut then a brother push up and start talkin girls and boys are hawkin EPMD is live from New York and now I'm bout to rip house straight up and jump Move your body, as the bass pumps and thumps This jam, is a crowd mover For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver or for a so-called dancing machine Cause this record, is strictly for the club scene Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action Like dips and dope backflips while the girlies are movin, and groovin they hips Enough booty, you could be waxin Instead you in the corner, maxin and relaxin Get up, and move your body cause party people [Parrish Smith] It's time to party (4X) [Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down [Parrish Smith] Yeah "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro" ... [EPMD] It's time to party (2X) [Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down [Parrish Smith] Yeah.. It's Friday night, no work til Monday To top it off you just got paid So you step to the club, boys and girls are GQ Before you go in, you drink a brew or two Strobelight spinnin, people grinnin You're coolin at the bar, drinkin vodka and gin and your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin People on the dancefloor sweatin and yellin hoe and you see this fly cutie... with crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty Your mind gets to scheamin, you start dreamin The liquor starts talkin, you get more self esteem and you step to this lady, "May I have this dance?" Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands And while the disc jockey's yelling GET UP, GET UP GET UP, GET UP, and on the dancefloor the ladies are freakin moves, you never seen before Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works Squeakin moves that make you squint and say "Damn that must hurt" stomachs are showin, aces blowin And while you're havin fun, spendin your dough and you reach into your pockets, you reach deeper And off goes your money beeper which means you're runnin low on the dough So you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes You grab a seat in the corner, and play low key Askin yourself over and over how you spent a G Don't worry now, worry on Monday And get back on the dancefloor.. It's time to party (4X |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
P Hello hello may I speak to the E?
E This is me... is this the doctor M.D.? Yo P it's kinda early who's there Laverner and Shirley? Is it Kate and Allie or some other girlie? Well anyway yo P you know I'm lazy Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy P Excuse me but I'm sorry E Double It's a terrible situation and it might cause trouble Throw on your coat jump in your Benz and come over E Why P? P - Yo, I think Jane is on my sofa E - What? P - Last night I was all alone Cold watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you Maybe 10:15, or maybe 10:22 E - Where was I? P - I don't know, you wasn't there Threw on the link Rolex watch and fresh gear I grabbed my key, along with the cash flow Shifted out the door to the local disco E - Where'd you go, not to that ran down pub P - Hell no... I was coolin at a club It was Spanish night, so I was drinkin Molta Threw on a little tango, plus a little salsa Seen a fly girl, standin next to me So I slid over to her very non-chalantly She was DEF, body perfectly fit She was packin, a 300-E with the kit I said, "Kitten, how ya doin miss?" I said, "Hello my name is Parrish" E - "Hi, my name is Cris" P - "Can I buy you a drink?" E - "Yes" P - "What will it be?" E - "A martini and Rossi, Asi Spumante. By the way is that your Caadillac Allante parked outside right next to my Monte car? You can call it, my ex-husband bought it." P - Put my ego up here and said it's time to go for it "This place is a drag, grab your coat and bag. We'll have drinks on the house, back at my pad." We got to my house we walked through the door Threw on "Night and Day" by E - Al. B Sure P - She grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips So I grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips I got ahead of myself, because I wanted to flirt Took off the G-strings and the V-neck skirt Put my eho up here E - Yeah it's time to do work P - I felt the movement below so it's time to react I went in my back utility belt anad pulled out a jim hat I bust a move... when it came to that But then she freaked it, and grabbed the bozack Started dpom it, then she called me the master E - You got bigger, better, stronger and much faster P - At first I laughed, as if it was a joke But then my heart skipped a beat, and I lost a stroke I said to myself, oh no it couldn't be The J to the A to the N to the E E - Yo P don't tell me it was Jane you were douchin With the Anita Baker head P - Nah more like Whitney Houston E - While the record's still playing to Al B. Sure's "Effect Mode" Stay tuned, to be continued on the next episode Peace, I'm Audi 5000 |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
Yo and special guests on my show is the K [K Solo] To the S to the O L O [Parrish Smith] And me the capital D the O to C The a.k.a. the P the M the D [Erick Sermon] And me the E to the D to the O to the U to the B to the L to the E [K Solo] It's time P [Parrish Smith] To rip the M the I to C [Erick Sermon] So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone K-Solo (yo) I pass P the microphone [Parrish Smith] Nah black (why P?) to each his own So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone [Erick Sermon] It's me, yes the MC Grand Royal who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spell You dwell on the other crab MC's that fell apart from the start, that didn't know the art of rappin, to keep the people's hands clappin But it's me, I know the way it should be The flow slow, like me and PMD And that black, will make you real fat A real swinger, and a real cool cat like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion Producing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordy here's a tip, to show you how to rip a crab in half, and watch his posse flip So me, the E, I come equipped Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip So listen, to this funky fresh lesson The way I drop it, and the way that I was flexin So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone PMD (yo) I pass Solo the microphone [K-Solo] Yo I pass (why Solo?) to each his own Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Yo, I pass P the microphone [Parrish Smith] As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air because the older I get, the harder I kick Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick of my Bic oh shit another MC's lit like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip Cause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaks All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow but the buck stops here, cause I'ma let you know No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush a sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's You roll with the good times, we like to roll with Rush I drive a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus So get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-up And in the act of war, P refuse to let up On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's clever in any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather always flock together So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone K-Solo, I pass E the microphone [Erick Sermon] I pass (why E? To each his own) So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone [K-Solo] Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrier Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier Maestro though, releases beats for me So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily People, gather round listen to flow Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Solo Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came to so many places, other rappers faces that called theirself Solo, I made em erase it I'm Solo, no name lender or pretender Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo contender Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck A rapper said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!" My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you" Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact Yo PMD tell em (damn you shouldn'ta did that) Now for the record, what do I stand for One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause Give me a break my brother My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others My name's no game for those who claim to use my name in vain cause their name sounds plain I remain the same, my flow of style won't change yo The name of the game is for the real Solo to explain I don't know was where you ran or came I know your vein I hate your name You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane That walk around puddles, snow and the rain With a cane, nothin to gain but shame And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamed The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real K-S-O-L-O to blame When I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L People all out there can T-E-L-L Rhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-L For those who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-L I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Like a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y Don't even T-O-Y to be dat's why L-I-N-E's belong to M-I-N-E I'm makin veche, some rappers imitate Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties sway People, I won't take any kind of losses Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources Like household utensils, kitchen appliances |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
[P] Uhh, yeah, knahmean?
Just kick back in the studio with my man E-Double, ? [E] Yeah yeah [P] Just thinkin back to yo how large we'd be, knahmean? Yeah, to them cats out there hustlin them demos Keep the faith, keep hustlin, knahmean E? [E] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah [P] I'ma lace em like this, check it Verse One: Parrish Smith I was coolin in my car one day you see Clockin a double nickel on the L-I E When it dawned on us that it was, ten o'clock Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ rock The hands got to clappin, the fingers start to snappin E now was coolin, Brooklyn spirits we was snappin Comin in and out of fantasies on how large we can get Coolin in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits I wanted black, E was on the two-tone Stupid boomin system with the hand-free phone The dream gets better and I would like to go on but I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed A meeting at twelve, and the car overheated Feelin real low, low enough to die Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear E Double had to push while MD steered There went our dreams, to cool with golden limos And alls we kept sayin was please listen to my demo (listen to my demo) Please listen to my demo (3X) Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo Verse Two: Erick Sermon In the year eighty-seven when we first took off Then I jumped on P-6-8 and broke North Walked the big city streets of Manhattan Buildings, the whole nine yards, so enchantin Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket We was walkin, and got dissed twice today Then we stopped at 1974 Broadway We walked in with grins on our chins And P had juice with Mr. Virgil Simms He played the tape and we started to laugh Played ?if it was sock? innocent from backstabs People start to smile inside we buckwhylin Sayin this all started back from freestylin They liked it, and they was very kind But me and P was like, "Yo G, where do we sign?" Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy Met Ron Resnick, and his partner Juggy It felt good, as I remembered We signed the dotted line, now we Fresh Record members Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos And I wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo listen to my demo listen to my demo demo, d-d-d-d-demo, demo, d-d-demo demo, demo, hah, Millenium Ducats, peace |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
Verse One: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack The ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . . *DJ Scratch cuts and scratches* Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor One wrecks, the other destroys And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise) We don't play when it's time to slay I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay back and mack and all the rhymes I pack And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born) Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka To the ladies . . . and all party goers Some call me freak, and others slow flower Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel So what you sayin? So what you sayin? Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back I take a chance jack, so I must attack With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard) People round town talkin this and that Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold Thirty days later, the LP went gold So what you sayin So what you sayin Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Now party people it's time for the exquisite No knock knock who that over there or who is it It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders So hot, so you can say I'm blazin Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am "Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting" For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin In an all out battle, P comes out swingin Cause I'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines And if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time that's why most resign Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine So what you sayin So what you sayin |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
Just when you thought it was safe to make records The rap duo is back it's time to start wreckin E Double swingin high *scratch* I'm swingin low Washin wannabees down with some H20 As I go blow to blow toe to toe flow for flow (Any has PMD?) Hell no! I'm blowin rappers off course like the S.S. Minnow That's not your rhyme sonny so please let go my Eggo "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" [Erick Sermon] Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission Front face the center and face your competition As I rock, you jock, and in shock and have fear when the E is on the spot (You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker) Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool That's the way I would want stuff lookin The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn boy "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" [Parrish Smith] Welcome... and all aboard Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift To get paid off what we made, and also uplift A new way to sway, or should I say flow To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'hoe' Now hold the O, and give me an intro A kick and a snare, now the green light to go I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck by break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O. Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow Cause on my second return, I had to come correct Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip I make the music, that makes a posse ill In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot But mainly at a concert where the place is packed Brothers yellin 'hoe', girlies on the bozack The system boomin, smoke everywhere People swayin side to side with they hands in the air A posse digs the music so they want to roll So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies in they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" [Erick Sermon] Hurry hurry and step right up The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up And featuring the man on the cut He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS So whassup homeboy, there's any static? Do we have to ?? and get dramatic? Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps? Nah, I don't think you want that so I cool, and instead I bust raps Like check one two, and you don't quit And match a funky dope rhyme that fits I say a rhyme and change the whole subject and still flow, and freak the whole public It can't be done, especially by a crab MC who came out the crack rehab You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" [Parrish] SCSU! EPMD's in effect Snappin necks n cashin checks |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
Yo whassup moneygrip it's the E on the trip Not to Georgia but Gladys Knight and the Pips It's a one way ticket to the highest plateau For a smooth rapper and for those that flow So blow like the wind my friend and take flight and "Fly Like An Eagle" yeah right You can't rock a party and make hands clapper Cause you an N.R.er (that means a Non Rapper) So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready to flex yet, or better yet rock steady with the E Double, number one on the planet Take it for granted, I'm _In Control_ like Janet I'm in command, plus full of fun but don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done And that my son comes to one conclusion Total chaos.. no mass confusion [Parrish Smith] Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls to crab emcees, who claim to have the balls to flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Dollars Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past an emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass and play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion to create total chaos.. no mass confusion [Erick Sermon] No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie or dissapearing acts from here to Tahiti It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out without a doubt (Why E?) I got clout! Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back I use measures, and yes all are drastic For me the E Double, cause I'm fantastic So, I let you know, money I don't play Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say? Lay low Afro, or take a nightcap And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap) Or close your eyes and chank em like a Jap then lounge, as I rock across the map Yo watch me go, ? in seconds Me and PMD and the sound from our records Check out the beat and the style I'm usin It's total chaos.. no mass confusion [Parrish Smith] Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper Give me room.. cause I'm about to rip a emcee's head off as I release my steam The method of decapitation, is the guillotine So check out the tempo, and let your body go Cause a brother like MD's about to go Rambo A Micraphone Doctor, an emcee physician An all around scholar, a rapper technician So put up or shut up, cause MD is like fed up You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and change your wack style while the clock still tickin Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like ?) To the Micraphone Doctor, all rappers are obsolete You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion to create total chaos.. no mass confusion |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
Yo at a hip hop club was a girl I met She was hot you can bet her body dripped with sweat I kicked it to her and her name was Kim She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim Browski I doubt thee E would front so like a real stunt I rolled the Blunt She was ready I could see in her face She said "let's jet" we went back to her place It was fat she had a dope crib She offered food, like some barbucue ribs I said "No thank you" not now honey How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy After that, come here and sit down We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown We waste no time, it was time to do it Put on some James Brown so we can get into it No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs But when you love me please don't be ruff I said "listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU. ...So I dipped, I abandoned ship threw in the anchor like on the boat tip That's what I get for trying to be a lover But never judge a book, by the damm cover I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty [Parrish Smith] Well I was maxin one day just minding my own Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating The look in her eye was the look of infatuation So I put my car in park, turned my system down I said "Excuse me, are you new in town" She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today" I said "Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way" She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers If I did, than my life would be in danger" I said "Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger" To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer" Plus I was cold coolin 40 dawn in lap Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat. She got in and said "Yo I never done this before" I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door. She got and she said "You a medical doctor?" I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing Except to try same them, I try to kill them" She said "Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more" You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more. We got to her house and her moms wasn't home As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown I was with it, felling nice from Old E Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty. We got to her it was time to max Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak I hit the lights, and next was the sack We started doing it, it was hard to produce Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes The S is for safe sex And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next But she pulled me close, and said "Let's get loose" And out of nowhere I yelled "Baby did you do..." She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger I was playing myself plus my style was crampped I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody I looked her eye to eye and said.. "WHO'S BOOTY |
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from EPMD - Unfinished Business (1991)
P] Aiyyo whassup E man?
[E] Yo coolin PMD [P] True true man I just been lampin man [P] So what you been up to lately man? [E] Just been loungin man knowhatI'msayin? [P] True true man yo man who's your boy over there man? [E] Oh that's my man from out of town [P] Oh word man? Yo whassup man? My name is P man [B] How you doin man? My name is Frankie Anto man [B] But my friends they call me Frank B [P] Oh word man? Nice to meet you man [P] So yo man E, what you gettin into tonight man? [E] Yo P man I'm bout to flex downtown to this club [P] Word man? Yo man, that sounds cool man [P] I think I'm with that man - yo you wan' do that? [E] Let's do this man [P] Aight bet man [B] Yo, yo hold up wait a minute guys man [B] You guys mind if I go witchu to this club man? [P] Ahah aiyyo man E I don't know about that man [P] Last time we took somebody with us man [P] we had to carry him home man, he got out of control [P] The whole nine yars, yaknowhatI'msayin man? [B] Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor man [B] I just go to have a good time and DANCE man [B] Drinkin is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch [P] Are you sure man? [B] Positive man positively positive [P] Aight man, l-let's take him then [E] We went out that night [P] To a club downtown [E] That was very high class [P] And had boomin sounds [E] We went in [P] And we were dressed to impress [E] Fly women and girlies [P] Lookin their very best [E] We took a seat at the bar [P] Feelin brand new [E] Frank ordered drinks, no liquor [P] Just plain old brew [E] He finished it [P] Then he ordered one more [E] And another [P] And another [E] And that made four [P] He seen this fly girlie [E] Suave and deboinaire [P] Light skinned complexion [E] With long black hair [P] But this girl was ug-ly [E] I mean her body was through [P] But after four drinks or more [E] She looked like Paula Abdul [Frank B] You know what baby? You startin to look good You startin to look REAL good You startin to remind me of that superstar - Paula Abdul [P] The party was over [E] It was time to go [P] You insisted on drivin [E] When we said no [Frank B] Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home man That ain't gonna be no problem I drive better when I feel nice (P: Are you sure man?) Are you kidding me man? That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch I could drink that all night [E] So you got in your car [P] Swervin on the road [E] There was a cop in the bushes [P] On radar patrol [E] The light turned green [P] And you decided to stop [E] It turned red [P] You took off [E] And got pulled over by a cop Chorus: repeat 4X [P] You overdid it homes [E] You had too much to drink * police siren sound * [Frank B, Parrish Smith as the cop] Ah excuse me, can I see your license and registration please? I don't have my license registration right NOW But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it Oh what are you a wiseguy son? No I don't mean to be a wiseguy officer The honest truth, what really happened is I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic By the time I got to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed Oh it was closed? Yeah it was closed Oh what's your name son? My name is Frankie Nato, but my friends, they call me Frank B How bout you officer - whatchu call yourself? Oh this guy's a real wiseguy Who's the young lady in the passenger seat? You don't know who that is? That's a superstar Paula Abdul, say hi Paula Oh yeah that's Paula Abdul? Have you been drinkin son? Oh no I don't drink man, the only thing I drink is fruit punch OK son you wanna turn your car off and leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please? Where we goin officer? I want you to come sit in the backseat and blow in this tube for me please Wait a minute, I ain't no faggot I never blow anything in my life, and don't plan to How bout you officer - you blowin anything? Just blow into the tube son Okay okay man * blows into the tube * Oh what's this man? Two point oh? Oh Guns'n'Roses dude! You might as well get ? cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk! So whatchu tryin to tell me officer? You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk man? Somethin wrong with that machine That machine need a good fixin man That's what I think officer No you know what I think son? I think you need a good lawyer Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer My lawyer is so good, SO SO good And by the time he's finished witchu, you gonna be workin in Alaska So dress warm, as a matter of fact I suggest you go out and buy yourself a sheepdog Cause it gets BITTERLY cold out there Chorus [E] Have you ever been coolin [P] On a Friday night [E] Wit your friends gettin wasted [P] Just feelin nice [P] You continued to drink [E] When you know you should stop [P] The next thing you know [E] You're behind is caught [P] Your body gets numb [E] So you slow up the pace [P] Your mouth gets watery [E] And you can't feel your face [P] You finally make it home [E] And the fun begins [P] You try to pass out [E] But here comes the spins [P] So you turn and toss [E] Then you toss and turn [P] Your head gets light [E] And your chest starts to burn [P] So you lay on your stomach [E] And you tuck in your chin [P] Pail by your bedside [E] Now the breathing begins [Frank B] Oh, oh God, just let me get through this last one If you let me make it If you let me make it through the night God I promise I'll never have another drink again I'll never drink again, as long as I live * pukes several times * Chorus [Parrish] You overdid it Hey yo this is EPMD tellin you not to drink and drive Cause ain't nuttin cool about chillin in a coffin six feet under YouknowwhatI'msayin? [Frank B] Yo, this is Frank B And learn from others mistakes homes! [Parrish] And don't let peer pressure get to you Cause it costs you, or your life, or somebody else's life in the long run [Erick] And it's like that And if you don't believe you can get the bozack [Parrish] See-ya! [Frank B] 5000 |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
As the wind sets the mood it's time to let off A sucker tried to play me the E I'm not soft I'm very hardcore droppin bombs like Warsaw It reminds me back in 1984 when I went to a party with the master plan to step up and put the mic in my hand Everybody was there from junior high to high schools Dyin to get busy because I knew I had the tools Then I got the heart and went by the set I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat" Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it Later on I made a record, and got recognition Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin Written and produced by the new rap duo Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features that used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the tip tip-top and I won't stop To be the master, in the field of hip-hop I did that, and got a name for myself The image of E, and all of my wealth I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same Oh what a shame, I diss em Who to blame? It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Parrish Smith] Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed Said, "You better grab your books and take your behind to class" They said, "You couldn't make a record and expect to get paid cause there's too many def rappers in the world today" I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def" They said, "Your name is Parrish son, you're like all the rest Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess" But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch, and James Ellis I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow First name was Terry, last name Romanello My records started sellin then P withdrew from the college Southern Con, known as SCSU But when I often go and visit they say, "P bust a rhyme" I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex but P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex And when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper "Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?" I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Erick Sermon] Oh! Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin Now you watch Yo! MTV Raps every weekend Just to see me, the E and the P Coolin out on the scene, with Fab 5 Freddy Back then you didn't know, that I was determined to be a def rapper with the name Erick Sermon To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble Then I thought, and came up with E Double I can't forget, how they used to diss Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp But I got paid, now you feel stupid Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it Now I clock G's, trunk jewels, and star trims Cool around town, and flex my black Benz Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks Livin well off, with the ? in the bank EPMD, is Erick Parrish Makin Dollars Always on tour, so you can call us roads/Rhodes scholars You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the .. "Fame!" [E] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Parrish Smith] As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm I use my crazy def talent, that God has given me to flow slow, and still live large To drop a def LP, and catch MC's off guard Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble "They got lucky on Strictly Biz but watch the next one crumble" My father always told me to wisen up son Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one So I cut my friends off, and P went for self Me and Erick Sermon, and no one else Strictly writin def lyrics to my best ability With the crazy imagination as my only utility Cause MC's around my way brag how def they are But now they workin full time, and sharin their mom's cars Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can rock But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clock Yeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt But don't blame us, blame God, it's his fault For assistin us on the mission of a point of no return to do a crab MC, who did not learn Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respect Between me and you sonny, straight up, I'm like death I cooled on the Run tour, with Flavor and Chuck Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince but I guess that was luck I did shows in crazy countries, like Europe and France Copenhagen, Denmark, and Amsterdam I even been to our country, that they call Africa Keep your eyes on your girl, cause P'll be watchin around the tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin A new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickin Flows and echoes, that sound exact But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the same First name is still Parrish, Sue's my girl, nuttin changed You insist I act funny, but who's to blame? It wasn't Yo! MTV Raps, the money, or Soul Train It was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" * DJ K. La Boss cuts up "Fame!" * [Erick and Parrish talk to outro |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
As the wind sets the mood it's time to let off A sucker tried to play me the E I'm not soft I'm very hardcore droppin bombs like Warsaw It reminds me back in 1984 when I went to a party with the master plan to step up and put the mic in my hand Everybody was there from junior high to high schools Dyin to get busy because I knew I had the tools Then I got the heart and went by the set I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat" Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it Later on I made a record, and got recognition Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin Written and produced by the new rap duo Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features that used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the tip tip-top and I won't stop To be the master, in the field of hip-hop I did that, and got a name for myself The image of E, and all of my wealth I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same Oh what a shame, I diss em Who to blame? It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Parrish Smith] Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed Said, "You better grab your books and take your behind to class" They said, "You couldn't make a record and expect to get paid cause there's too many def rappers in the world today" I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def" They said, "Your name is Parrish son, you're like all the rest Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess" But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas Like my roomie D-Wade, Top Notch, and James Ellis I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow First name was Terry, last name Romanello My records started sellin then P withdrew from the college Southern Con, known as SCSU But when I often go and visit they say, "P bust a rhyme" I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex but P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex And when I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper "Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?" I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Erick Sermon] Oh! Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin Now you watch Yo! MTV Raps every weekend Just to see me, the E and the P Coolin out on the scene, with Fab 5 Freddy Back then you didn't know, that I was determined to be a def rapper with the name Erick Sermon To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble Then I thought, and came up with E Double I can't forget, how they used to diss Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp But I got paid, now you feel stupid Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it Now I clock G's, trunk jewels, and star trims Cool around town, and flex my black Benz Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks Livin well off, with the ? in the bank EPMD, is Erick Parrish Makin Dollars Always on tour, so you can call us roads/Rhodes scholars You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the .. "Fame!" [E] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" [Parrish Smith] As I freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm I use my crazy def talent, that God has given me to flow slow, and still live large To drop a def LP, and catch MC's off guard Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble "They got lucky on Strictly Biz but watch the next one crumble" My father always told me to wisen up son Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one So I cut my friends off, and P went for self Me and Erick Sermon, and no one else Strictly writin def lyrics to my best ability With the crazy imagination as my only utility Cause MC's around my way brag how def they are But now they workin full time, and sharin their mom's cars Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can rock But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clock Yeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt But don't blame us, blame God, it's his fault For assistin us on the mission of a point of no return to do a crab MC, who did not learn Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respect Between me and you sonny, straight up, I'm like death I cooled on the Run tour, with Flavor and Chuck Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince but I guess that was luck I did shows in crazy countries, like Europe and France Copenhagen, Denmark, and Amsterdam I even been to our country, that they call Africa Keep your eyes on your girl, cause P'll be watchin around the tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin A new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickin Flows and echoes, that sound exact But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the same First name is still Parrish, Sue's my girl, nuttin changed You insist I act funny, but who's to blame? It wasn't Yo! MTV Raps, the money, or Soul Train It was the .. "Fame!" [P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!" * DJ K. La Boss cuts up "Fame!" * [Erick and Parrish talk to outro |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
"Now that I got your attention again I want to" [PMD] Party.. party.. party.. party * echoes left to right * [Erick Sermon] Get up shake your butts feel the rhythm of the cuts Walk around and strut then a brother push up and start talkin girls and boys are hawkin EPMD is live from New York and now I'm bout to rip house straight up and jump Move your body, as the bass pumps and thumps This jam, is a crowd mover For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver or for a so-called dancing machine Cause this record, is strictly for the club scene Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action Like dips and dope backflips while the girlies are movin, and groovin they hips Enough booty, you could be waxin Instead you in the corner, maxin and relaxin Get up, and move your body cause party people [Parrish Smith] It's time to party (4X) [Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down [Parrish Smith] Yeah "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro" ... [EPMD] It's time to party (2X) [Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down [Parrish Smith] Yeah.. It's Friday night, no work til Monday To top it off you just got paid So you step to the club, boys and girls are GQ Before you go in, you drink a brew or two Strobelight spinnin, people grinnin You're coolin at the bar, drinkin vodka and gin and your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin People on the dancefloor sweatin and yellin hoe and you see this fly cutie... with crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty Your mind gets to scheamin, you start dreamin The liquor starts talkin, you get more self esteem and you step to this lady, "May I have this dance?" Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands And while the disc jockey's yelling GET UP, GET UP GET UP, GET UP, and on the dancefloor the ladies are freakin moves, you never seen before Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works Squeakin moves that make you squint and say "Damn that must hurt" stomachs are showin, aces blowin And while you're havin fun, spendin your dough and you reach into your pockets, you reach deeper And off goes your money beeper which means you're runnin low on the dough So you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes You grab a seat in the corner, and play low key Askin yourself over and over how you spent a G Don't worry now, worry on Monday And get back on the dancefloor.. It's time to party (4X |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
P Hello hello may I speak to the E?
E This is me... is this the doctor M.D.? Yo P it's kinda early who's there Laverner and Shirley? Is it Kate and Allie or some other girlie? Well anyway yo P you know I'm lazy Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy P Excuse me but I'm sorry E Double It's a terrible situation and it might cause trouble Throw on your coat jump in your Benz and come over E Why P? P - Yo, I think Jane is on my sofa E - What? P - Last night I was all alone Cold watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you Maybe 10:15, or maybe 10:22 E - Where was I? P - I don't know, you wasn't there Threw on the link Rolex watch and fresh gear I grabbed my key, along with the cash flow Shifted out the door to the local disco E - Where'd you go, not to that ran down pub P - Hell no... I was coolin at a club It was Spanish night, so I was drinkin Molta Threw on a little tango, plus a little salsa Seen a fly girl, standin next to me So I slid over to her very non-chalantly She was DEF, body perfectly fit She was packin, a 300-E with the kit I said, "Kitten, how ya doin miss?" I said, "Hello my name is Parrish" E - "Hi, my name is Cris" P - "Can I buy you a drink?" E - "Yes" P - "What will it be?" E - "A martini and Rossi, Asi Spumante. By the way is that your Caadillac Allante parked outside right next to my Monte car? You can call it, my ex-husband bought it." P - Put my ego up here and said it's time to go for it "This place is a drag, grab your coat and bag. We'll have drinks on the house, back at my pad." We got to my house we walked through the door Threw on "Night and Day" by E - Al. B Sure P - She grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips So I grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips I got ahead of myself, because I wanted to flirt Took off the G-strings and the V-neck skirt Put my eho up here E - Yeah it's time to do work P - I felt the movement below so it's time to react I went in my back utility belt anad pulled out a jim hat I bust a move... when it came to that But then she freaked it, and grabbed the bozack Started dpom it, then she called me the master E - You got bigger, better, stronger and much faster P - At first I laughed, as if it was a joke But then my heart skipped a beat, and I lost a stroke I said to myself, oh no it couldn't be The J to the A to the N to the E E - Yo P don't tell me it was Jane you were douchin With the Anita Baker head P - Nah more like Whitney Houston E - While the record's still playing to Al B. Sure's "Effect Mode" Stay tuned, to be continued on the next episode Peace, I'm Audi 5000 |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
Yo and special guests on my show is the K [K Solo] To the S to the O L O [Parrish Smith] And me the capital D the O to C The a.k.a. the P the M the D [Erick Sermon] And me the E to the D to the O to the U to the B to the L to the E [K Solo] It's time P [Parrish Smith] To rip the M the I to C [Erick Sermon] So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone K-Solo (yo) I pass P the microphone [Parrish Smith] Nah black (why P?) to each his own So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone [Erick Sermon] It's me, yes the MC Grand Royal who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spell You dwell on the other crab MC's that fell apart from the start, that didn't know the art of rappin, to keep the people's hands clappin But it's me, I know the way it should be The flow slow, like me and PMD And that black, will make you real fat A real swinger, and a real cool cat like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion Producing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordy here's a tip, to show you how to rip a crab in half, and watch his posse flip So me, the E, I come equipped Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip So listen, to this funky fresh lesson The way I drop it, and the way that I was flexin So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone PMD (yo) I pass Solo the microphone [K-Solo] Yo I pass (why Solo?) to each his own Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Yo, I pass P the microphone [Parrish Smith] As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air because the older I get, the harder I kick Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick of my Bic oh shit another MC's lit like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip Cause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaks All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow but the buck stops here, cause I'ma let you know No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush a sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's You roll with the good times, we like to roll with Rush I drive a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus So get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-up And in the act of war, P refuse to let up On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's clever in any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather always flock together So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone K-Solo, I pass E the microphone [Erick Sermon] I pass (why E? To each his own) So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone [K-Solo] Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrier Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier Maestro though, releases beats for me So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily People, gather round listen to flow Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Solo Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came to so many places, other rappers faces that called theirself Solo, I made em erase it I'm Solo, no name lender or pretender Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo contender Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck A rapper said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!" My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you" Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact Yo PMD tell em (damn you shouldn'ta did that) Now for the record, what do I stand for One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause Give me a break my brother My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others My name's no game for those who claim to use my name in vain cause their name sounds plain I remain the same, my flow of style won't change yo The name of the game is for the real Solo to explain I don't know was where you ran or came I know your vein I hate your name You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane That walk around puddles, snow and the rain With a cane, nothin to gain but shame And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamed The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real K-S-O-L-O to blame When I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L People all out there can T-E-L-L Rhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-L For those who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-L I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Like a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y Don't even T-O-Y to be dat's why L-I-N-E's belong to M-I-N-E I'm makin veche, some rappers imitate Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties sway People, I won't take any kind of losses Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources Like household utensils, kitchen appliances |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
[P] Uhh, yeah, knahmean?
Just kick back in the studio with my man E-Double, ? [E] Yeah yeah [P] Just thinkin back to yo how large we'd be, knahmean? Yeah, to them cats out there hustlin them demos Keep the faith, keep hustlin, knahmean E? [E] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah [P] I'ma lace em like this, check it Verse One: Parrish Smith I was coolin in my car one day you see Clockin a double nickel on the L-I E When it dawned on us that it was, ten o'clock Turned on the tunes to hear the DJ rock The hands got to clappin, the fingers start to snappin E now was coolin, Brooklyn spirits we was snappin Comin in and out of fantasies on how large we can get Coolin in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits I wanted black, E was on the two-tone Stupid boomin system with the hand-free phone The dream gets better and I would like to go on but I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed A meeting at twelve, and the car overheated Feelin real low, low enough to die Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear E Double had to push while MD steered There went our dreams, to cool with golden limos And alls we kept sayin was please listen to my demo (listen to my demo) Please listen to my demo (3X) Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo Verse Two: Erick Sermon In the year eighty-seven when we first took off Then I jumped on P-6-8 and broke North Walked the big city streets of Manhattan Buildings, the whole nine yards, so enchantin Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket We was walkin, and got dissed twice today Then we stopped at 1974 Broadway We walked in with grins on our chins And P had juice with Mr. Virgil Simms He played the tape and we started to laugh Played ?if it was sock? innocent from backstabs People start to smile inside we buckwhylin Sayin this all started back from freestylin They liked it, and they was very kind But me and P was like, "Yo G, where do we sign?" Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy Met Ron Resnick, and his partner Juggy It felt good, as I remembered We signed the dotted line, now we Fresh Record members Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos And I wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo listen to my demo listen to my demo demo, d-d-d-d-demo, demo, d-d-demo demo, demo, hah, Millenium Ducats, peace |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
Verse One: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack The ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . . *DJ Scratch cuts and scratches* Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor One wrecks, the other destroys And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise) We don't play when it's time to slay I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay back and mack and all the rhymes I pack And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born) Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka To the ladies . . . and all party goers Some call me freak, and others slow flower Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel So what you sayin? So what you sayin? Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back I take a chance jack, so I must attack With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard) People round town talkin this and that Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold Thirty days later, the LP went gold So what you sayin So what you sayin Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Now party people it's time for the exquisite No knock knock who that over there or who is it It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders So hot, so you can say I'm blazin Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am "Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting" For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin In an all out battle, P comes out swingin Cause I'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines And if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time that's why most resign Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine So what you sayin So what you sayin |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
Just when you thought it was safe to make records The rap duo is back it's time to start wreckin E Double swingin high *scratch* I'm swingin low Washin wannabees down with some H20 As I go blow to blow toe to toe flow for flow (Any has PMD?) Hell no! I'm blowin rappers off course like the S.S. Minnow That's not your rhyme sonny so please let go my Eggo "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" [Erick Sermon] Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission Front face the center and face your competition As I rock, you jock, and in shock and have fear when the E is on the spot (You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker) Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool That's the way I would want stuff lookin The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn boy "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" [Parrish Smith] Welcome... and all aboard Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift To get paid off what we made, and also uplift A new way to sway, or should I say flow To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'hoe' Now hold the O, and give me an intro A kick and a snare, now the green light to go I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck by break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O. Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow Cause on my second return, I had to come correct Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip I make the music, that makes a posse ill In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot But mainly at a concert where the place is packed Brothers yellin 'hoe', girlies on the bozack The system boomin, smoke everywhere People swayin side to side with they hands in the air A posse digs the music so they want to roll So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies in they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" [Erick Sermon] Hurry hurry and step right up The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up And featuring the man on the cut He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS So whassup homeboy, there's any static? Do we have to ?? and get dramatic? Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps? Nah, I don't think you want that so I cool, and instead I bust raps Like check one two, and you don't quit And match a funky dope rhyme that fits I say a rhyme and change the whole subject and still flow, and freak the whole public It can't be done, especially by a crab MC who came out the crack rehab You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" [PMD] No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" [Parrish] SCSU! EPMD's in effect Snappin necks n cashin checks |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
Yo whassup moneygrip it's the E on the trip Not to Georgia but Gladys Knight and the Pips It's a one way ticket to the highest plateau For a smooth rapper and for those that flow So blow like the wind my friend and take flight and "Fly Like An Eagle" yeah right You can't rock a party and make hands clapper Cause you an N.R.er (that means a Non Rapper) So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready to flex yet, or better yet rock steady with the E Double, number one on the planet Take it for granted, I'm _In Control_ like Janet I'm in command, plus full of fun but don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done And that my son comes to one conclusion Total chaos.. no mass confusion [Parrish Smith] Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?) The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls to crab emcees, who claim to have the balls to flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats The PMD, yeah Paid and Makin Dollars Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler I'm like, Quick Draw McGraw when I blast past an emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass and play his ego, while I sip a forty-oh And count my cashflow, because I'm on the go And aiyyo I don't joke, and that you can bet I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion to create total chaos.. no mass confusion [Erick Sermon] No magic tricks, Houdini, or I Dream of Jeannie or dissapearing acts from here to Tahiti It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out without a doubt (Why E?) I got clout! Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando of rap Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back I use measures, and yes all are drastic For me the E Double, cause I'm fantastic So, I let you know, money I don't play Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what I say? Lay low Afro, or take a nightcap And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap) Or close your eyes and chank em like a Jap then lounge, as I rock across the map Yo watch me go, ? in seconds Me and PMD and the sound from our records Check out the beat and the style I'm usin It's total chaos.. no mass confusion [Parrish Smith] Last rhyme was for E, this one's for the Gipper Give me room.. cause I'm about to rip a emcee's head off as I release my steam The method of decapitation, is the guillotine So check out the tempo, and let your body go Cause a brother like MD's about to go Rambo A Micraphone Doctor, an emcee physician An all around scholar, a rapper technician So put up or shut up, cause MD is like fed up You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and change your wack style while the clock still tickin Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature Can you feel it E Double? (Yeah, somethin like ?) To the Micraphone Doctor, all rappers are obsolete You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak I gave you all due respect, when I said mic check You're still slippin Duke, it's time to snap that neck Like I said in _Strictly Biz_ I'm known to cause an illusion to create total chaos.. no mass confusion |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
Yo at a hip hop club was a girl I met She was hot you can bet her body dripped with sweat I kicked it to her and her name was Kim She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim Browski I doubt thee E would front so like a real stunt I rolled the Blunt She was ready I could see in her face She said "let's jet" we went back to her place It was fat she had a dope crib She offered food, like some barbucue ribs I said "No thank you" not now honey How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy After that, come here and sit down We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown We waste no time, it was time to do it Put on some James Brown so we can get into it No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs But when you love me please don't be ruff I said "listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU. ...So I dipped, I abandoned ship threw in the anchor like on the boat tip That's what I get for trying to be a lover But never judge a book, by the damm cover I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty [Parrish Smith] Well I was maxin one day just minding my own Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating The look in her eye was the look of infatuation So I put my car in park, turned my system down I said "Excuse me, are you new in town" She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today" I said "Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way" She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers If I did, than my life would be in danger" I said "Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger" To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer" Plus I was cold coolin 40 dawn in lap Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat. She got in and said "Yo I never done this before" I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door. She got and she said "You a medical doctor?" I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing Except to try same them, I try to kill them" She said "Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more" You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more. We got to her house and her moms wasn't home As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown I was with it, felling nice from Old E Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty. We got to her it was time to max Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak I hit the lights, and next was the sack We started doing it, it was hard to produce Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes The S is for safe sex And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next But she pulled me close, and said "Let's get loose" And out of nowhere I yelled "Baby did you do..." She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger I was playing myself plus my style was crampped I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody I looked her eye to eye and said.. "WHO'S BOOTY |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Unfinished Business (Explicit) (1991)
P] Aiyyo whassup E man?
[E] Yo coolin PMD [P] True true man I just been lampin man [P] So what you been up to lately man? [E] Just been loungin man knowhatI'msayin? [P] True true man yo man who's your boy over there man? [E] Oh that's my man from out of town [P] Oh word man? Yo whassup man? My name is P man [B] How you doin man? My name is Frankie Anto man [B] But my friends they call me Frank B [P] Oh word man? Nice to meet you man [P] So yo man E, what you gettin into tonight man? [E] Yo P man I'm bout to flex downtown to this club [P] Word man? Yo man, that sounds cool man [P] I think I'm with that man - yo you wan' do that? [E] Let's do this man [P] Aight bet man [B] Yo, yo hold up wait a minute guys man [B] You guys mind if I go witchu to this club man? [P] Ahah aiyyo man E I don't know about that man [P] Last time we took somebody with us man [P] we had to carry him home man, he got out of control [P] The whole nine yars, yaknowhatI'msayin man? [B] Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor man [B] I just go to have a good time and DANCE man [B] Drinkin is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch [P] Are you sure man? [B] Positive man positively positive [P] Aight man, l-let's take him then [E] We went out that night [P] To a club downtown [E] That was very high class [P] And had boomin sounds [E] We went in [P] And we were dressed to impress [E] Fly women and girlies [P] Lookin their very best [E] We took a seat at the bar [P] Feelin brand new [E] Frank ordered drinks, no liquor [P] Just plain old brew [E] He finished it [P] Then he ordered one more [E] And another [P] And another [E] And that made four [P] He seen this fly girlie [E] Suave and deboinaire [P] Light skinned complexion [E] With long black hair [P] But this girl was ug-ly [E] I mean her body was through [P] But after four drinks or more [E] She looked like Paula Abdul [Frank B] You know what baby? You startin to look good You startin to look REAL good You startin to remind me of that superstar - Paula Abdul [P] The party was over [E] It was time to go [P] You insisted on drivin [E] When we said no [Frank B] Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home man That ain't gonna be no problem I drive better when I feel nice (P: Are you sure man?) Are you kidding me man? That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch I could drink that all night [E] So you got in your car [P] Swervin on the road [E] There was a cop in the bushes [P] On radar patrol [E] The light turned green [P] And you decided to stop [E] It turned red [P] You took off [E] And got pulled over by a cop Chorus: repeat 4X [P] You overdid it homes [E] You had too much to drink * police siren sound * [Frank B, Parrish Smith as the cop] Ah excuse me, can I see your license and registration please? I don't have my license registration right NOW But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it Oh what are you a wiseguy son? No I don't mean to be a wiseguy officer The honest truth, what really happened is I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic By the time I got to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed Oh it was closed? Yeah it was closed Oh what's your name son? My name is Frankie Nato, but my friends, they call me Frank B How bout you officer - whatchu call yourself? Oh this guy's a real wiseguy Who's the young lady in the passenger seat? You don't know who that is? That's a superstar Paula Abdul, say hi Paula Oh yeah that's Paula Abdul? Have you been drinkin son? Oh no I don't drink man, the only thing I drink is fruit punch OK son you wanna turn your car off and leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please? Where we goin officer? I want you to come sit in the backseat and blow in this tube for me please Wait a minute, I ain't no faggot I never blow anything in my life, and don't plan to How bout you officer - you blowin anything? Just blow into the tube son Okay okay man * blows into the tube * Oh what's this man? Two point oh? Oh Guns'n'Roses dude! You might as well get ? cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk! So whatchu tryin to tell me officer? You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk man? Somethin wrong with that machine That machine need a good fixin man That's what I think officer No you know what I think son? I think you need a good lawyer Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer My lawyer is so good, SO SO good And by the time he's finished witchu, you gonna be workin in Alaska So dress warm, as a matter of fact I suggest you go out and buy yourself a sheepdog Cause it gets BITTERLY cold out there Chorus [E] Have you ever been coolin [P] On a Friday night [E] Wit your friends gettin wasted [P] Just feelin nice [P] You continued to drink [E] When you know you should stop [P] The next thing you know [E] You're behind is caught [P] Your body gets numb [E] So you slow up the pace [P] Your mouth gets watery [E] And you can't feel your face [P] You finally make it home [E] And the fun begins [P] You try to pass out [E] But here comes the spins [P] So you turn and toss [E] Then you toss and turn [P] Your head gets light [E] And your chest starts to burn [P] So you lay on your stomach [E] And you tuck in your chin [P] Pail by your bedside [E] Now the breathing begins [Frank B] Oh, oh God, just let me get through this last one If you let me make it If you let me make it through the night God I promise I'll never have another drink again I'll never drink again, as long as I live * pukes several times * Chorus [Parrish] You overdid it Hey yo this is EPMD tellin you not to drink and drive Cause ain't nuttin cool about chillin in a coffin six feet under YouknowwhatI'msayin? [Frank B] Yo, this is Frank B And learn from others mistakes homes! [Parrish] And don't let peer pressure get to you Cause it costs you, or your life, or somebody else's life in the long run [Erick] And it's like that And if you don't believe you can get the bozack [Parrish] See-ya! [Frank B] 5000 |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
[E] In back of the Apollo, the episode
[E] Yo P check this yo [P] Yo what? [E] I bugged one of the rooms in the Apollo, yeah word up Yeah c'mon keep it movin, keep it movin [P] Word? [E] Nah I'm sayin so-and-so's room, yaknowhatI'msayin P? [E] Tryin to say somethin, niggaz be playa hatin [P] True [E] Let's hear what they talkin about Yo P, c'mon! [E] Aight let's go to the back, let's go in the car Foxy Brown up next, Foxy Brown up next [P] Yo yo whattup? [E] Hold up, where my key at? [E] Hey whassup y'all? Peace peace yo whassup? Yo whattup son? [E] Check it out "You saw that shit? You saw that niggaz show? Awwwwwwohhhhh, whoaahhhhhh Niggaz talkin about the stinkiest shit They bring on that shit Wha-hoahh, man, God to what? You gotta admit B, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down I got the fuckin album B! I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em, knowhatI'msayin? Bust on niggaz and shit We gon change the whole era man, we gotta go back man... ..?.. Nocturnal yo we got one, we got one..." |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
[Erick Sermon]
I make a million buck Every six months and y'all Hating my game saying my name they call Me the E wrong things Knowing I'm fly without wings While some of y'all have to pull strings. In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats Master baselines of Raphael Saadiq Lyrical mastermind a genius so don't snooze No missions impossible ask Tom Cruise I keep a joint lit when I have to spit I rough paragraph, laugh when I'm busting yo' ass, who want it? Come and see me, like 112 And I'll rock that bell with Fox and L E-Dub, Mr Excitement, right The poltergeist of rap so come to the light. Yes, the recipient of this award goes to Moi, The best qualified superstar. [Chorus: EPMD] My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint. New York I'm in your area, (Over here) DC I'm in your area, (Over here) New Jerse I'm in your area, (Over here) EPMD, its a world premier [Parrish Smith] Its the joint, stay on point Plus I'm feeling it Niggas killing shit trying to duplicate the manuscript That's impossible, pray like the gospel Over coming set backs, and jumping over obstacles Like Evil Kenevil, on point like a needle EPMDs' like the Beatles, back with another sequel To hip hop, check one two and you don't stop Rap with mainstream R&B and pop Now the worlds shocked The E-doubles back with Mic-Doc Like it or not we bout to turn it up another notch My speeds put it down for my seeds Raw breeds, acres with the deeds, its the joint. My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint. VA I'm in your area, (Over here) DA I'm in your area, (Over here) Chi Town I'm in your area, (Over here) EPMD, its a world premier [EPMD] E: My styles digable, so I'm phat like that I got a Benz too, and its black like that I got millions of chips, and they stack like that A five year spread, and now we back like that How dare they, niggas sitting in they room with Brandy Way pissed off thinking how the can't stand me He rhyme Shawn for his Penn, talking Not looking, shoocken, a dead man walking P: You know me, from ripping shows wit my homie The one and only, Ginuwine like Pony You want a ride? Call me up when your lonely I'm Parish Smith and shit, Great like Tony I'm hittin hittin Where from? From brentwood to San Quentin I'ma keep rhyming, still representing Ro who? For my niggas up north and in the ?Courts? And for the emcees taking no shorts, in this blood sport My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint. Cali I'm in your area, (Over here) Philly I'm in your area, (Over here) EPMD, its a world premier ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BROWN, JAMES / SMITH, PARRISH JOSEPH / SERMON, ERICK / STINSON, DANA Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
As I proceed to rock y'all and shock y'all Cold clubbin, some might say I'm buggin I'm the back lifted, checkin out folts I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim Yeah they spot me, but I'm the wrong nigga Cause ain't nuttin changed since days of +Golddigger+ They walk right past me like I'm invincible Don't trust em, the first principle [Parrish Smith] Yo pass that here and cheers, celebrate like the new year Honies front to rear, party over here So get your groove on as we move on bust the new song Once again, it's on, pop the cham' Dom Bustin those when we pull up in the chrome Party til Daylight, just like Stallone Rollin with the players, sportin Timbs and the gators Cell and pagers, fat whips quick to blaze ya .. [Erick Sermon] I be coolin, doin my thing, I'm slight jig Sometimes I be Down Low, like Mr. Big The Green-Eyed Bandit, what? Yea is he the dark skin packs a mack-10 who gets busy? I stay tight, keep the vibe right I could pull a Rampage and Wild For Da Night I'm lethal, I still do it for my people I break it down for em, it's hard to ignore em [Parrish Smith] The time is right, and tonight's the night, we in the hype We got my game type shorties excited, I'm feelin nice We roll the dice, shot of vodka and ice People on the dancefloor, doin it right Cristal for the profile, money spenders and pretenders and V.I.P. rollin with the winners You know how it go, Heinekens and the Mo' The pen and the pad and a dimepiece to go |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
Intro:
Yeah, EPMD, yeah, Nocturnal (Nocturnal cats). A-yo check it. Nocturnal: Yo Dungeon Master, time to draw let's see who's faster Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind Feild, take you way down, underground the Earth's surface A 100 leeks, flatline ? Erick Sermon: E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner My jawa past willie, I'm higher than marajuana My styles foreign, look at me as a Guinesse, Vietnemes A lad overseas, clockin' major G's I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal And if I let off and he gets hit And if you miss him, go home and light a candle Hook: Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin' This vocal ammunition (X2) Nocturnal: Yo I spit ferroshis, here's another dosage I'll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual Form, liver than your black college dorm Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some cotoroto Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot Drink lots like Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked It's hotter than lava rocks, I'm gainin interest like when LL said "Box" And Crush Groove, I freak the ill power move Kid I"m on fire, flippin' on MC's like David Banner Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce Cat's is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher Have your crew sayin' "We should of taped son" Mavrick, Top Gun, shootin' missles I prefer 40's over Cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark Rougher than Tim's at Galheart, check my street smarts Plus credentials, microphones as untencils Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me EPMD and Nocturnal in your fuckin' ? Hook (X4) Outro: Yeah yeah Nocturnal son. Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what's up, you know what's up. You know what I'm saying. This is how we do. Reppin' for the crew. Jersey fuckin' too. Hell yeah, hell yeah. |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness In your town to get down, so give your man a pound Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now Back to matters we call the rhyme data Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter So kill the he say she say bust the replay Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway [Erick Sermon] Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover And still we achieve the great, those who try to fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so Chorus: repeat 2X Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material .. It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine of tobacco so I can't slack yo Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about How you doin (where you been) in the biz Sittin on chrome, back to set trends [Erick Sermon] Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya Send you back to the future - he for real man? HELL YEAH I don't care, I gets it on anywhere From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air First things first, I come to work with mad equipment to do y'all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit My persona, got suburban kids bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana Chorus [Parrish Smith] Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be [Erick Sermon] Indeed, I'm amazing when I ? Got the crowd doin shit by remote control Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward? Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard Chorus 2X |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
[Erick Sermon]
Hit the floor, tuck and roll E's on fire I'm your motherfucker, but not Jerry Maguire I'm the dark skinned, packin Mac-10, who get busy Effective, puttin shit in the proper perspective [Parrish Smith] Strapped with the gat, bustin caps across the map Yo the crew's back, royalties and ASCAP I'm six two, fat went with the chrome shoe Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools [Books] and the sauna, piggedy-puffin on some marijuana from Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner I stash the cash don't flash the cash what? You figgedy-front on this kid I smash that ass [Drayz] Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin it from the sewer to the land cross the burnin sand, biggedy-Back to Business with my miggidy-man Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen [Erick Sermon] to the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that Bronx shit call me Sonny, with pounds of money Bringin raw music, call my style SWOOSH Please say Mister, when you introduce me [Parrish Smith] Yeah.. uhhh EPMD and Das EFX, time to flex like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape deck Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded Hangin upside down, bust it, then reload it [Books] Yo, I'm comin up from Virginia, on the linear Havin dinner y'all, with this dimepiece named Levinia Cellu-lar ringin, it's Books how ya livin Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon [Drayz] Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet like Kramer My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order Split your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water Chorus: repeat 2X [E] You intrigued by the way, we do our thing [P] Do what? [E] Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing [P] Say what? [E] Pick up the mic, hot, and make it swing [P] "Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill" [Erick Sermon] Any hype, out the door, kill it Anything the Squadron wants, uhh BILL IT EPMD out the box we be rockin We hold the title, like priests hold the bible [Parrish Smith] God bless, to any MC who wanna test Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death with ill manuevers, rapper slash producer Puttin it down with E-Dub, in the sewer [Books] Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin beers out of gold mugs Slugs in the barrel, on name brand apparel Briggidy-bringin drama like John Travolta in Aarow [Drayz] But niggidy-no need for that, Smith squeeze the gat Ease em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact it's wiggidy wild shine like the head, of Golden Child Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we takin bails to trial Chorus |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
[Erick Sermon]
EPMD Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Squadron, uh-huh .. [DJ Scratch] .. [Erick Sermon] Hah, let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the black Balboa I'm Erick Sermon, the dope rhyme blower My DJ Scratchatori, interesting like, war stories with EPMD, the fame and the glory The Boy Wonder, the second Nature, the Arnold Schwarzeneggar _The Eraser_, upon the crossfader From Brook-lyn, Albany Projects Been around the world with the DJ sets, catchin wreck [Parrish Smith] Yo the track drives me to excel Scratch is dangerous like a third rail Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a Duracell The show-stopper, knockin cats out like Rock'em'Sock'em Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option Hands quicker than Roy Jones with no headphones BK Albany PJ's where my man zone EPMD and Scratch, the quarterback Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than Amtrak .. [DJ Scratch] .. * The Lady of Rage sample * "Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time When it comes to the" [scratch] "I gets busy with mine" [Erick Sermon] It's on now baby.. |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
"Murder?/Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane" (repeat 4X) Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin Valerie The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records Found her butt naked, and on the side EPMD record Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels And anybody breakin these rules they get two's This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back to my accomplice, havin no nonsense That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell Hit the floor, she was leakin My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid' Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster Played it cool, and never lost my composure As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover and passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic I'm thinkin, "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?" Time to activate, JANE on the license plate Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate "Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane" (repeat 8X) |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
[Redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire You chose the right man to get the plan executed I get the situation happening before you shoot it Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what? The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop corks I pop New York with a dot til import The art then the craft, will split you in half I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it Shut your windows and lock your doors Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon Chorus [Erick Sermon] John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days Boriquas, to eses, around the ways my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin A five year span turned nuttin into somethin And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya (Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker High on Friday with Chris Tucker I be a Headbanger to my very last breath Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis I transform like Spawn, takes no time for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word Chorus [Parrish Smith] PMD, the Purple Heart admiral Blow your spot and left shrapnel then escaped in the Benz capsule Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore Before I met Jane in the corridor The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur with more action than Roger Moore Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four Spray Windex on your glass jaw Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic Smash you bastards on some crab shit EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm Chorus [Keith Murray] Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality Finally, every dimension know Keith Y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter Here comes the lyrical brain melter I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it Man I feel for my opponents Chorus (to end) |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
The year is 2000. All the real motherfuckers left
PMD, Def Squad & Hit Squad and the virus I'll tell you who I be (check it) Erick Sermon: This is Erick Sermon, one of God's children of billions With more Hype than Williams Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending My squad prepare for squad spending, I ain't begot no weapon I'm lyin, get caught off guard I'm firin Until I hear sirens, I'm Gone With The Wind A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest Fell this so all the envious hear this I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (Why E?) Cause I'm the last man standin Hook: "Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound" --) P of Mobb Deep: Hell On Earth Last man standing (2X) PMD: Yeah, yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD Causialty to an MC who try to fuck wiht P, or E-Dub Catch the burner with the snub, no love A tight defence, like the glove, so bring it Any song we drop I bet you sing it Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid My pen is registered like Bruce Lee on loose leaf My crew be, timped down puffing looseys Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with Swiss Smith, street cat strap ? Hook (2X) Erick Sermon: Black the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash The blunt, the weed, the hash and then white with my friends in the Benz Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens I lock down my statis, I be the baddest Yes the one that get you open the most outspoken PMD: Shogun assassin, chinesse connection, ninja maskin We turnin to gravity, B-boy with the pants saggin Ain't no stoppin, on the case like Johnny Cochran The beats knockin, mock speed is what I'm clockin With Erick Serm, mess with fire you get burned Like a bad perm it's the return that niggas yearn What, PMD and the bandit, never stranded Bust a canon, cause it's the last man standin Hook (2X) |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
You're not tellin em huh? Yeah [Erick Sermon] They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when I flash the greens on TV MC's be robbin me, of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater [Parrish Smith] OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son) The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot Chorus: EPMD [P] Never seen before, or heard before The uncut raw [E] I'm Erick Sermon [P] and I'm Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) [Erick Sermon] Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial and stashed it, until I have to kill at will Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh it's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap I'm a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I'm good [Parrish Smith] Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies That's why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U I-C-E so chill and bust the debut In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone Chorus [E] Never say never [P] What? EPMD's back together [E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater [P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow) [E] Watch us throw (throw) [P] down with the other brothers toe to toe [E] And if ya slow ya blow [P] That's why we comin with the ammo [E] Yo ten year veterans [P] A thousand rap sessions [E] Yeah the hard rockers [P] The crowd shockers [E] The head knockers [P] Yeah EPMD's off the rockers Chorus 2X [E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah [P] Dude whassup [E] Yeah that was dope, word up EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh... Sample this shit, word up! |
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You're not tellin em huh? Yeah [Erick Sermon] They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when I flash the greens on TV MC's be robbin me, of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater [Parrish Smith] OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son) The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot Chorus: EPMD [P] Never seen before, or heard before The uncut raw [E] I'm Erick Sermon [P] and I'm Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) [Erick Sermon] Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial and stashed it, until I have to kill at will Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh it's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap I'm a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I'm good [Parrish Smith] Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies That's why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U I-C-E so chill and bust the debut In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone Chorus [E] Never say never [P] What? EPMD's back together [E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater [P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow) [E] Watch us throw (throw) [P] down with the other brothers toe to toe [E] And if ya slow ya blow [P] That's why we comin with the ammo [E] Yo ten year veterans [P] A thousand rap sessions [E] Yeah the hard rockers [P] The crowd shockers [E] The head knockers [P] Yeah EPMD's off the rockers Chorus 2X [E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah [P] Dude whassup [E] Yeah that was dope, word up EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh... Sample this shit, word up! |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
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Put them on, put them on Shiesty motherfuckers Recognize that check it PMD: Yo we build and destroy, black Benz's and the convoy Use a different 9 to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow Like Jimmy Chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes Caught the guard block and at the shoe shine Yeah he just got word about his man James Dean from Queens Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen With Bill Blast, he made a dash smash the cash Ran two blocks pulled off the ski mask But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and People started talkin', po-po started sniffin',plus He never hit James Dean with the cream So James put a hit to catch him on the scene The police got a tip from a girl he use to run with Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss And the girl drove a black Infinity, moving keys to Kennedy Different name everyday fake identity They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state So at the house the police wait with Jeds caught him in his 8 50 that's how the streets be moving shiefty Found Billy and he slipped and paid quickly Different day but the same song, life goes on So watch the street kid, cause it's a put on Hook: That's how it goes down, down on the under (x2) Erick Sermon: I seen Will on the corner, Flatbush and Park Slope Shippin' two pounds of coke with 2 O.G.'s in his bear coat Chrome neena, rollin' with this bitch named Catrena Undercover queena that pack a street sweeper 5 years for doin' Fed time for extortion And a jail up in Boston for major jewel flossin' Hits safes quickly can hear a black Jamie Summers Pick the right numbers and have mad runners Or Hardcore Lil' Kim, Queen Bee Bitch Who never snitch, played the game and never rode the bench Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will For her family, no fantasy, a James Colamity Time for the score, from Hammerton to Marine Park Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line And nows hte time, she jumped out the car In front was a Hummer, two new comers, I never seen before I approached tall Joey "Who's those guys lookin' wise? Had my black ass surprised." A-yo yo yo it's a set up, where's the doe, uh Where's the loot, give it to me and don't get cute Catrina pulled the weapon, shot Joey The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain Yo, she hid the two kids with Joey, she didn't know Cause she paid more doe for 'em Will screamed "You bitch!" "Sorry" she said Then boow! Will got lit That's how it goes down, down on the under They drove off quickly in the black Hummer Never trust no matter what the dance or song Cause it could be a put on Hook (x4) |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Back In Business (1997)
Uh-huh Yeah, aww yeah, uhh "Richter Scale" It goes lights, camera, action I'm on One more time to kill em, my rap flow is fulfilling I scream with the Beastie Boys -- What time is it? It's two o'clock, you gettin knocked out the box then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad no we won't stop, fuck it call the cops (uh-huh) I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks I'm the principle, Fatman Joe y'know [Parrish Smith] As you suffer the repercussions, comin through the blaze bust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggaz duckin When we come through, throwin the jab, in the one-two Layin MC's out to trap, when we run through (like what?) Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on Get my rhymin on, PMD fuckin shinin on Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs Chorus: Erick Sermon Off the meter, and everytime we reach the tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the "Richter Scale" *repeat 2X* [Erick Sermon] Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on to get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown Hell of a jab, gift to gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel [Parrish Smith] Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era Off the richter scale, blowin hotter than ever with the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin Lost your mind and said, "Shit!!" when we barged in the front door door, rugged, keeps our shit raw raw Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour Believe that, peep that E and P's back Wreckin heads daily, so chill and Get the Bozack Chorus [Erick Sermon] Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin Servin you Customers and those fake hustlers Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy I ain't scared of you motherfuckers -- can't you tell? Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell, uhh I got one life to live so I'm livin Got girls to be hittin more cars to be drivin [Parrish Smith] We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break No moves are fake, no warnin shots fired blastin on crews like corrupt Jakes The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin through, like wild cattle We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece Chorus |
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And now the transaction [Das EFX] Yao yo yo Stretch we thought you wasn't gonna come through Nah look this is what I got man Oh word? Yeah let me check the shit out whattup This right here man! That's hot right there son This is OK this is OK Yo knock big money style This? This? You might like this right Oh word? Yeah yeah yeah yeah just hold on let me smell that Yea yea yea but THIS is what I really wanted to show you right here The SHOCKER |
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As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the brave heart m.c.'s I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback The E double E is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, coming through like mud Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the fliest whips Got the fliest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped [PMD] Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy Never sweating no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clocking all the dough, sit back and relax Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill [Erick Sermon] I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club (Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?) I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll [PMD] Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, hey yo what's next on the menu, business to take 2's Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone doctor And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the world shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chill [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like Zoro I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas Say something to them, and run right through them [PMD] I'm makin crazy G's, politicing on my mobile phone, D double About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker Puffing "gon shit" faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stacking Fingers snapping, toes tapping, and when it's time to roll, Uzi patrol Still packing, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while And now we back again, so if you think about gambling, you better come Prepared EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill |
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Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no joke on the lyric - it's hard to be modest I knew I was the man with the master plan to make you wiggle and jiggle, like gelatin Just think while I sink, into the brain structure (Don't sleep on the E) You see, somethin might rupture I don't take time for me to blow your mind Take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So just lounge.. cause you're a MC clown Go join the circus.. EPMD's in town [Parrish Smith] Total chaos -- no mass confusion Rhymes so hypnotizin known to cause an illusion Like a magician.. who pulls a rabbit out a hat, son I pull them all like a .44 Magnum MC freeze stop look and listen, and try to imagine It's travellin the speed of light, but everything's motion is frightening.. plus the thought you alone You now enter dimension, called the Twilight Zone You're terrified.. plus you can't bear the thought You and I one-on-one, in the Land of the Lost You start to shiver.. but then you scream, my friend Yo wake up Muttley, because you're dreamin again But next time I'm on the scene, do not try to diss us Keep your mouth shut sucker duck, because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] This is the rap season.. where the E starts pleasin Girls around the world no need to be skeezin When I roll I stroll, cool always pack a tool Just in case.. a brother acts a fool I've got the energy, to put the girls in the frenzy Put it in shock when I rock, give it up I'm not stingy Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dancefloor.. (Get busy, boy) Like you never saw before Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy (Yo, you sniff blow?) .. Hell no! I got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin And my parents find out, then they start riffin So I stay, a-okay, cause I'm the E.. the R-I-C-K [Parrish Smith] MC's look me in my face, then their eyes get weak Pulse rate descends.. heart rate increases It's like beam me up, Scotty, I control your body I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party And all due respect, when I say mic check Let a sucker slide once -- then I break his neck So when I say jump, you reply, "How high?" Because I'm takin no prisoners, so don't play hero and die cause you're a soldier.. and I'm a Green Beret I do not think twice about the MC's I slay So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this: Bring your dog, mom, and dad.. because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] Yo yo, you're still pickin on that four-leaf clover? Bring in the Sandman, sucker.. because it's over My name is Erick Sermon and I'm back again I see the heads still turnin and my so-called friends They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash Mad and stuff -- because they don't have cash Like the E-Double.. or the PMD He drives a Corvette, I drive a Samurai Suzuki I'm a locksmith.. with the key to fame Never high on myself -- always stay the same Play a lot because I'm hot, like a horse I trot Around the track and back -- fatigued? No, I'm not [Parrish Smith] Well I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one who likes to say hello to a fly girl that is good to go With the slow tempo, and the off-beat rhyme flow Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin or relaxin -- just subtractin and reactin on a sucker MC who mouth keeps on yappin and flappin I lose my cool, then I'll start slappin and smackin You wanna roll? Then Albee start jackin and cappin No time to lounge, I'm packin and strappin At my point of attack I soar at you like an eagle I'm the sheriff, and bitin is illegal So when I'm in town, I highly recommend this You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[Erick Sermon] EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin.. Check it, uh-huh, YO It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome on safety, spike the mic in the endzone This here ain't the average shit, you used to Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft Why you wanna fuck with the boss? [Parrish Smith] Where should I start? Breakin MC's or shatterin charts? It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo +Funky Piano+, van like the fuckin ?tano? with more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo Break down dismantle when I scramble Chorus: Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith) *repeat 2X* I just get down, and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) Don't get too close because you might get shot [Erick Sermon] Uhh, yo, ey, and yo EPMD, fuckin with us is bad news Me and you got different views What you might say is dope, I say's not What I might call wack, you'll call hot The best thing for you, is to think and hope or get choked, and hung with +The Velvet Rope+ Cause you too theatrical, mess around and end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you [Parrish Smith] That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine [Erick Sermon] Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets? We've been doin this shit, since _Dear Yvette_, check I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer and ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead and walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend for playin with the last Mohican ?Madi gon? - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin [Parrish Smith] Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11 I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin _Head Banger_ Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel Chorus |
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[Erick Sermon] Anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy? I said, did anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy? (Ain't no Two-Gun Billy 'round here Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?) [Erick Sermon] You just pull a gun out on me? Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots * Now, if any one of y'all see him Tell him that, EPMD was in town.. [Parrish Smith] Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me you shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir Time to ride again until next time to draw "Ten nine eight seven six five four three two murder one lyric at your door" -) Method Man Draw.. "Gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -) Cool J "Ten nine eight seven six five four three two murder one lyric at your door" -) Method Man Draw.. "Gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -) Cool J [Erick Sermon] Hah Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic flee the scene, or see the infrared beam On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression and ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal Impeach em, then I Erick can B. President Pass a law, hardcore in the residence Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt the hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out and focus, or go into hypnosis I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?) Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin Squadron posters Me and my dogs homey reppin in case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon Forty-four caliber chrome, read it Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em Any superhero we lettin em know from door Come correct when it's time to draw |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[Erick Sermon] Mm-hmm, hold me down Hold me down Hold me down Ah yeah yeah hold me down Yeah uh-huh uh-huh, hold me down Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down Eh te eh te eh, hold me down Word to, everybody that, hold me down Huh? Ah-huh, yo, what? Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down while I go around this town, snatchin crowns from those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this Let me know somethin - you wanna fight? Let's go somethin If not, close your mouth and say nothing Y'all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation with sucker MC infiltration [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up Ain't that ill? How I can just stare, and watch the blood spill from an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill Now how real is that? Burnin gats, knifes and bats Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back [P] Yo E, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down Yo P, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down Yo E, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down PMD, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down Yo E, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down PMD, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down Yo E, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down PMD, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down [Parrish Smith] You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith? What's this? Piped out five, with the kit? And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid This ain't just rhymin, God's on the way, and he's askin who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools and can't cool, this go out to the cats in school It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm [Erick Sermon] Yeah we swarm MC's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin on CEO's, A&R's, street team to a manager For the cream, we damage ya On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino Bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics [E] Yo P, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down Yo E, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down Yo PMD, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down Yo E, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down Yo PMD, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down E-Dub, hold me down [E] I'm holdin you down Mic Doc, hold me down [P] I'm holdin you down Green Eyed Bandit, holdin it down [E] Yeah, I'm holdin you down [Parrish Smith] Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low they be peepin me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams God-body, rap style, Mazerrati Catchin bodies, E Double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty What you thought? We takin more than nickels and shorts? Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched [Erick Sermon] I spit flames at Oklahoma When done, you can smell the Sermon aroma In a coma, burned to death, man listen Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin? Believe you me, it was his destiny for the child to end for fuckin with men P and I got somethin for all y'all who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball So we ball like Spalding, in the time of need who you calling when your career is falling? Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL [Parrish Smith] This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin it real While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill' Got up, with Erick Sermon, dropped "You Gots 2 Chill" Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs with fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless It's me, transformed I'm Eazy-E Past the point of rockin the joint I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team NFL: Niggaz For Life, so feel that I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady For those who dream, believe I'm Freddie Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket Put a peace sign in the air if you from the South Bronx and let me hear you say Hell yeah HELL YEAH Say hell yeah HELL YEAH [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tight Who am I? The cat to put that ass on standby Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi Then start stalkin, three point shot like Hershey Hawkins Takin it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins [Erick Sermon] Yo I come through camouflaged with the Squadron entourage Lookin like ghetto superstars EPMD's the name, there's no mistaken I rob you for all you got, and keep takin The blah-blah buck off like a wild Jamaican Earthquakin and dominatin the situation Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs Yo this shout out goes to Brownsville, youknowhatI'msayin? On ? Avenue, Newport Garden Squadron EPMD, youknowhatI'msayin? To the Brentwood Posse, somebody just say Make money money, make money money money MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY Everybody say make money money, make money money money MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY [Parrish Smith] Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low I'm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though I like to ill, pop corks and watch the Mo' spill Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill [Erick Sermon] Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo P chill chill chill Niggaz is in here fightin B Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit Just put some shit on they can dance to then |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[Erick Sermon] EPMD Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Squadron, uh-huh .. [DJ Scratch] .. [Erick Sermon] Hah, let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the black Balboa I'm Erick Sermon, the dope rhyme blower My DJ Scratchatori, interesting like, war stories with EPMD, the fame and the glory The Boy Wonder, the second Nature, the Arnold Schwarzeneggar _The Eraser_, upon the crossfader From Brook-lyn, Albany Projects Been around the world with the DJ sets, catchin wreck [Parrish Smith] Yo the track drives me to excel Scratch is dangerous like a third rail Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a Duracell The show-stopper, knockin cats out like Rock'em'Sock'em Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option Hands quicker than Roy Jones with no headphones BK Albany PJ's where my man zone EPMD and Scratch, the quarterback Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than Amtrak .. [DJ Scratch] .. * The Lady of Rage sample * "Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time When it comes to the" [scratch] "I gets busy with mine" [Erick Sermon] It's on now baby.. |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[E] PMD [P] Y yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [P] Yo chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. [E] Ha hah [P] Oh what a nice name Looked her up and down said "Hmm I'll take her" [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [P] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [Parrish Smith] Check this out I was hangin out late, creepin a quarter to two Polly with cats, sippin on a 40 of brew Pulled out the Dutch Master cause it's time to get on Turned on the truck system to pump a hip-hop song Five minutes later I see these other kids clockin Meanwhile my niggaz chalmed out with system rockin Sayin in my mind who could it be? As he got closer, I peeped, it was the E-Double E I said, "Whattup Duke?" [E] Yo, whassup Sundullah? I have a girl and she wants me to duke her [P] Yo, why didn't you? [E] Yo, I woulda hit the skins [P] That's when I chilled, and peeped the two heads in the Benz Gave my crew dap, and hopped the right the fuck on in E-Double set it [E] Yo P, this is Sandy and Lynn, Duke [Parrish Smith] I said yo, what's the deally yo? She said, "Sex, you wanna feely yo?" Lift her skirt with no panties, felt the familio Lookin half filipines, mixed with black in the genes Had to drop the windows, to release the steam ( *** samples from the other "Jane" sagas *** ) [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [Parrish Smith] Shorter than short and petite, blazin ass body and physique Five-doggin it, pumpin Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek [Erick Sermon] Burnin somethin, purple chronic, orange or thai On the expressway, 4-9-5 L.I. [Parrish Smith] Straight rollin, nice from the Henny before Shorty wanted to pull over and get a Dutch from the store [Erick Sermon] We parked the Benz, the girls got out and walked right in Copped a 40 and a Dutch, and hopped right back in [Parrish Smith] Tried to pull off, that's when a squad car cut us off Five-oh pulled out and said, "Chill, cause it's the law" ( *** samples from the other "Jane" sagas *** ) [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [P] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo they caught us on a techno (techno) Girls started shakin, gettin petrol Pulled the burner 540, one shot, sunscreen's essential [Erick Sermon] Straight dumpin, no love for the badge and the gun Straight accomplices, now our ass is on the run [Parrish Smith] Now shit's drastic, dodgin and dippin traffic Bitches started regulatin on some flash and blast shit She's out the Benz with the quickness, that's when the shit got real Bitches flipped, hit PMD with the steel [Erick Sermon] And asked him how it feel, jumped right back in grabbed the wheel Told the cats to relax and yo, peep the deal [Parrish Smith] Remember Tommy Twotime, who used to move moonshine? Now he's a bitch nigga, frontin for cats, droppin dimes [Erick Sermon] Yo time to see him, he be hangin at the coliseum Down on 48th and Lex, near the black museum [Parrish Smith] He owe me somethin, when I see him, I'm straight dumpin Catch him four times in the legs, get close and ask him somethin [Erick Sermon] YO WHATTUP GOD? 'Member J, from the schoolyard? Try to floss when I was chillin, HOLD THIS BABY PAH! [Parrish Smith] I looked at E like, "Yo, this bitch is talkin like a dude" Seen the cat across the street, she said, "It's time to move" [Erick Sermon] Ran up on him, he looked like he saw a ghost Tried to run, but J pulled out and flashed the toast [Parrish Smith] Toast told him to bend over, and then the girl lift her dress Pulled out a dick, laced him in the ass, and asked him how he liked it kid was cryin in pain 'Member you raped me in the park? Peep _The Crying Game_ [E] Shocked, snap the hammer [P] Aiyyo the kid fell slow I coulda swore he said, "Yo, don't do it Jane!" ( *** samples from the other "Jane" sagas *** ) [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [P] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [E] PMD [P] Yo [E] Won't you do a me a favor? [both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later [P] Jane.. Jane.. Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her" [E] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you later [P] Jane.. [E] Uhh.. [P] PMD.. Millenium Ducats [E] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you later |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[Erick Sermon] And you don't quit Yeah, pioneers one time (one time, two times) Yeah, Erick Sermon boy [Parrish Smith] Yeah, we rap, where you at? (mic check) "Check this out!" Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked from my man +Louis+ from the +Ville+, Slugger baseball bat Cock back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers blazin at one-hit wonder niggaz like Smoothe Da Hustler I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter No quitter, microphone's my transmitter which clocks figures, in return, the track's the _Gold Digger_ [Erick Sermon] Huh me? I buy ice for no one Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin messin around with God's children I take action, like film crews You against me, face to face, you'll lose! Chorus: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) [E] Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares EPMD.. "That's right!" [P] Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree [Erick Sermon] P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein em? On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret Cats hate, so we on point frequent E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent right down the block, from the precinct See you a punk, that talk too lenient When I speak to a motherfucker, I MEAN IT! [Parrish Smith] So Open Sesame, and let down the main gate But before you scream EPMD, you should wait Cause we roll with a posse, from Strong Long to Canarsie QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo and your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippoes Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups Chorus [Erick Sermon] Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks Two time felon, fuck around with me and my man pussycat and catch two to the melon! [Parrish Smith] Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, +Raw+ like Eddie Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like Betty And when I want things to move, I blink like +Bewitched+ to handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit Chorus |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[Busta Rhymes] Rap is outta control! Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, wait Aiy, rap is outta control Hold on! [B.R.] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yi-yeah yeah yeah yi-yeah yeah [P.S.] Erick and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it [B.R.] This is one of my favorites [P.S.] Aight? So check it, check it [B.R.] Yeah [P.S.] Outta control [E.S.] F'real, rap is outta control, like that (For sure dude!) [P.S.] PMD, still Makin Dollars [E.S.] Uh-huh, rap's outta control (For sure dude!) [both] Yo, yo.. [Erick Sermon] I be pulsatin dominatin, up above Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low I stay in the cut with O.J. The fact is, some things got to change with eight or more rappers that sound the same With the, same game, like they all in the same gang and claim the same fame Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream I have to die, I'm livin a lie Fake MC's no heart, get torn apart Messin with us? In ninety-nine, get smart I be the last one you wanna play with Rap committees call me, just to okay shit Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop gems on a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims Step in in tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends with a couple of friends and a couple of hens Never boring, keep shit rocking til morning with the bird, until the hawks start hawking Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin Hop in the Benz 2000 Benz with the CD skippin EPMD, who's fuckin with it Outta control like 2Pac in _Juice_, character Bishop Who's inferior? My Squad be Def and we ain't hearin ya, lounge in the black interior Because.. [Busta Rhymes] HAH! Yes.. ha, rap is outta control! Ha, hey hey rap is outta control! (for sure dude) Yo, aiy, rap is outta control! (for sure dude) Aiyyo, ey, rap is outta control! [Parrish Smith] Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet When it came to EPMD no one said a word So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd!" Now we flip the bird, back-breakin MC's down like herbs Redlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curbs So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field? Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel? I don't think so, then come next the car repo No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home Depot So don't front for me or the E, cause you know our steez EPMD, blazin shit, Def 2G's Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez and gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees You heard of me, ain't no one checkin or servin me I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency Surgeon see [Busta Rhymes] Hah.. hah, rap is outta control! Hey, hey rap, rap .. wait, what wait (for sure dude) Hey, rap is outta control! Hold on Wait wait, rap rap is outta control! And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) ay, yes y'all (yes y'all) Aiyyo kick it E! [Erick Sermon] I stand tall I won't fall, I recall ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps Make sure they krytonite caps I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like gnats I'm like, (*singing*) Superman... fly high... .. way up in the sky .. And if you try to shoot me down clown I won't die I cremate [Parrish Smith] I hate, let's exterminate Wait for a second E, time to debate As we take our Fisherman hat off, there's no time to max on the crab MC, who's all on the bozack who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows that yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at? And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat Wack MC's yo, where's your clothes at? End the drama, that's word to your momma.. |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
Right here, right now? [Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith) Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh Ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (E-Dub) Uh-huh, uh-huh, y'know what that is, word up (Wax and tax em) The Squadron, PMD, Erick Sermon (Millenium Ducats) Yo, yo.. uh-huh Def Jam [Erick Sermon] Excuse me! I'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two Yo my name's E-Dub, so who the fuck are you? I'm lockin it down now, and that's that I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap Hold your gat, I can't control the sound If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH.. [Parrish Smith] I love it when my jewels dangles could see stars, like the Bangles When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on microphones, step in the set and start flexin on your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Fully flossed out, two G's, Fisherman bucket Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X) Who? EPMD got checks to cash What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast When? Right now, so my crew could flash Where? Right here, get the money and stash [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we're up with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH) Pure player, my rap flow's athletic Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics EPMD now.. here to getcha with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya [Parrish Smith] Cats can't hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie cause I'm hype again, with E Double, on the mic again Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan? Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us Chorus [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire And we won't stop rockin til we retire Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar I'm Sammy Sosa, and P's Mark McGwire Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye If you wanna hate me, do it now, try I'm lethal, take it back to EPMD third album and do it _For My People_ [Parrish Smith] I jump out the plane and hanglide Hit the ice and slip-slide Niggaz don't get it, EPMD status, correct me if I'm mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin Dusk to dawn, word is bond You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters Quick to roast ya Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya Chorus |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[Parrish Smith] Huh, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it, M.O.P. Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*... [PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it [E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam [PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*).. Uhh.. yo! I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want? Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools [M.O.P] Next up! [E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me [PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony [Erick Sermon] Yo P! Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it Then leave them like -- who done it? Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!" YO! I get looks when I'm in the place That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style [M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP! [Billy Danze] Yo I believe that's me [ErickSermon] Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony [Billy Danze] Say hello to the devil Danze'll kick Whenever tragic hit, It's (E)(MO-PMD) blastin shit Put in work in this cold game Soldier *echoes* I use work as code name Told ya, line em up its Soul Train (B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) And I give em the whole thing My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit) I'm donatin a casket We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic (Tell em what you sayin) Get the bozac Before I tear your maggot ass flat (BOOM BOOM) They're back [M.O.P.] NEXT UP! [L Fame] Yo I believe that's me [BDanze] (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony [Lil' Fame] For gettin the real, straight from B'Ville Motherfuckers don't like Fame cause I'm not cream filled I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel Sleep and I will, reap and I kill Motherfuck (who know) jump out a HUGO Open up your back with a mac, UNO UNO Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls This rap game is a street game now, the game switched Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit I ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle The type to RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us Or THE FIRST FAMILY will come kill you with the heaters BLAH *echoes* |
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from Mantronik Vs. Epmd - Out Of Business (2001)
[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it [E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam [PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*).. Uhh.. yo! I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want? Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools Next up! [E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me [PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony [Erick Sermon] Yo P! Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it Then leave them like -- who done it? Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!" YO! I get looks when I'm in the place That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style Next up! [Red] Yo yo it's Funk D.O.C. [E-Dub] Yo, you're on the mic to rock the Symphony [Redman] HeHAHHH! Yo yo Did you ever think you would catch a cap? Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? Yo did you ever think you would get robbed at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? It's Funk Doc, you know my name HOE My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po' When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit Snatch the trap then I Dash like Damon did Doc, walk _Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten PICTURE Papichu', slayin crews in ICU Battlin, usin hockey rules For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools Rollin down like dice in Yahtzee fool! I "Just Do It" like Nike, outta 'Bama with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! Yo next up [Meth] It's the G-O-D [Red] Yo yo, get on the mic for the Symphony [Method] Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _Hardcore_! To make them brothers act fool Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff* Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff* Feelin like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville *screech* Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville - fi-ga-ro! The sky is fallin - GERONIMO! I feel my high comin down.. LOOKOUT BELOW! AIYYO! Dead that roach clip and spark another Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like Parker Brothers I rock for the low-class, from Locash The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash Yeah yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her John John phenom-enon, in Japan they call me Ichiban Wu-Tang Clan, numba won! In the whole nine, I hold mine Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff! Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just Meth That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less [all] NEXT UP! [Lady] I believe that's me [all] BASTARD! [PMD] Get on the mic and rock the Symphony [Lady Luck] Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told Hot, even though dames is froze Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin? Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin *screech* When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin It's written, we in the game but ball different Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin Like E and P's last CD, you're out of business |
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