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[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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| 2. |
| 3:15 |
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[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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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:17 |
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[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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| 5. |
| 3:01 |
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[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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| 6. |
| 3:35 |
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[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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| 3:34 |
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[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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| 8. |
| 3:03 |
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[Erick Sermon] Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up Yo, yo-yo.. YO Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's durin my leisure time I spend to do em in The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it and jail cats get rep to it You get, by on record but you wack on stage So I'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades [Parrish Smith] That's why we roll with the big boys with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus shuttin down crews and motherfuckers in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya As I, dust bust, crush and rush Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush So yo, what's the deally for really We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) Yo, I know you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of mine Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous P and I stomp those who get courageous And microphones get rocked on stages Any book or mag, we on a few pages Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie I swear, cause we take it there Billboard's top ten, that's tradition Comin through blastin with mad ammunition [Parrish Smith] Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it It's been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin Wack MC's we straight stunnin when we roll up, unexpected, undetected Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected Chorus [Erick Sermon] Word yeah, tell em P, yo I never seen y'all before, when I came through with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew Hardcore, we got biz from the get go Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go E-Dub, no one replacin me If there's a spot, then find a vacancy Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces [Parrish Smith] That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin'?_ In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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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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| 3:39 |
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You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another motherfuckin hardrock -) ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" -) ODB "Introducing, yo FUCK that nigga's name!" -) ODB "If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" -) ODB "Gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, BLAOW!" -) ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." [Parrish Smith] On my knees at the mercy of God Straight up back up I keeps it hard You like to watch but can't touch this nigga or catch a charge Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo Fuckin coolo make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin Apollo Creed Time to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cuts We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers for the Mic Dons, ?? ??, PMD shinin with my stripes on in the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle Same place, same bat time, so fuck a bat channel This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger Biggie, Pac, and Eaze - one love, them still my fuckin niggaz [215] We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin back and watch me spitfire my ?volerical? fact It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap than a black cat, on a black night, and I'm black in the moonshinin, I'm sippin Starsky and Hutch while my rims blindin, while P rollin the Dutch Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston Sauls I got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of Halls Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw when I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh EPMD, 215, and 8-Off Agallah [8-Off] Yo 215, who the FUCK was them cats up in the car? One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam When I blow off the top I got this cream like Bill Rothstein And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream So put your hands together, get your mans together Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga 8-Off's gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo you hit em like that I bust em from the back, to the extreme Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up and bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up And hook off like Prince Naseem a head Duck yo' head, or go inside instead Step to me bourgeoise? Fancy as Dandy? You get killed, like you was Jon-Benet Ramsey And some of y'all just plain civilians Talkin shit, and never even seen a million Actin like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz with small figures, and chasin gold diggers (Motherfuckers) Don't even come up to me yappin Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson Right now, you wanna duel, you fool I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule Who wanna flex, with the influential with mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential The mic and the beat, now shit's complete for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another motherfuckin hardrock" -) ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" -) ODB "Introducing, yo FUCK that nigga's name!" -) ODB "If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" -) ODB "Gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, BLAOW!" -) ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." |
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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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| 2:09 |
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[Erick Sermon] Uh-huh [Parrish Smith] Yo it's the return (uh-huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' Kid don't mess with fire because you will get burned Cause we earn respective checks, regulated when a nigga flex to get a rep totin mack-10's and techs Hoes and sex, weed and Beck's, and first class flights You name it, niggaz had it, and still got it Always rhymin with a pardon like Roxanne I'm about to cold _Get Retarded_ You know the logo, and on mics, sometimes we flow slow Not loco, universal, type vocal Mogul, so don't make me wild out and have to show you who I am, strapped with E-Double my man Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam This is the funk (huh) comin out of your trunk Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump From East to West coast, EPMD you pump Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch Cause it's the funk (funk funk) comin out of your trunk Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump From East to West coast, EPMD you pump Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo it's E the Elusive, comin through with a dope exclusive Hawkin niggaz, like I'm Yusef Gettin down, makin it happen for those who don't believe the incomporable, comin through stompin you My Squad is Def, and we don't hear nuttin I'm in the back of the crib, on the green puttin I be the boss in this, who the fuck comin through torchin this ball your fists up quick I'm the black Bill Gates, my chips be Micro Bad like Michael, don't make me fight you You a hater, and my crew don't like you On the real you suck, who the hell hyped you? You a comic Russell would say good night too at the Def Jam, screw you and your man Rock the house like BizMark, if so let the fifth spark sometime after dark [Parrish Smith] This is the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump From East to West coast, EPMD you pump Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch Cause it's the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump From East to West coast, EPMD you pump Icons in hip-hop, takin MC's to lunch |
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[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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[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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