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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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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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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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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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[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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"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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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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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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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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| 7:20 |
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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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| 6:20 |
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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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