EPMD

[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

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

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

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

[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

"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

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

* versions on "Greatest Hits" differ from the original recordings

(E)

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

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

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

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

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

[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..

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

[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

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Written By BROWN, JAMES / SMITH, PARRISH JOSEPH / SERMON, ERICK / STINSON, DANA
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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!

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

[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

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)