EPMD

[E] In back of the Apollo, the episode

[E] Yo P check this yo
[P] Yo what?
[E] I bugged one of the rooms in the Apollo, yeah word up

Yeah c'mon keep it movin, keep it movin

[P] Word?
[E] Nah I'm sayin so-and-so's room, yaknowhatI'msayin P?
[E] Tryin to say somethin, niggaz be playa hatin
[P] True
[E] Let's hear what they talkin about

Yo P, c'mon!

[E] Aight let's go to the back, let's go in the car

Foxy Brown up next, Foxy Brown up next

[P] Yo yo whattup?
[E] Hold up, where my key at?

[E] Hey whassup y'all? Peace peace yo whassup?
Yo whattup son?
[E] Check it out

"You saw that shit? You saw that niggaz show?
Awwwwwwohhhhh, whoaahhhhhh
Niggaz talkin about the stinkiest shit
They bring on that shit
Wha-hoahh, man, God to what?
You gotta admit B, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down
I got the fuckin album B!
I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em, knowhatI'msayin?
Bust on niggaz and shit
We gon change the whole era man, we gotta go back man...
..?..
Nocturnal yo we got one, we got one..."

[Erick Sermon]
EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin..

Check it, uh-huh, YO
It's E-Dub on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
on safety, spike the mic in the endzone
This here ain't the average shit, you used to
Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft
Why you wanna fuck with the boss?

[Parrish Smith]
Where should I start? Breakin MC's or shatterin charts?
It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er
Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter
So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo
+Funky Piano+, van like the fuckin ?tano?
with more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
Break down dismantle when I scramble

Chorus: Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith) *repeat 2X*

I just get down, and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line
(Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)
Don't get too close because you might get shot

[Erick Sermon]
Uhh, yo, ey, and yo
EPMD, fuckin with us is bad news
Me and you got different views
What you might say is dope, I say's not
What I might call wack, you'll call hot
The best thing for you, is to think and hope
or get choked, and hung with +The Velvet Rope+
Cause you too theatrical, mess around
and end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you

[Parrish Smith]
That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two
or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine

[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?
We've been doin this shit, since _Dear Yvette_, check
I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
and ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead
and walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend
for playin with the last Mohican
?Madi gon? - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin

[Parrish Smith]
Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious
The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin
Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11
I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin _Head Banger_
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel

Chorus

(Erick Sermon)
Erick Sermon's in the house
Let's get up let's get down
Roll wit the hardcore funk the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this mackadocious funk material
So simple when I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian
Changed up they style from jeans to suits and
Thinkin about a pop record somethin made for the station
For a whole new relation-
ship of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap definition
Get off that boy, change your mission
Come back around the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover
The Crossover
(PMD)
The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your head is bobbin 'cause the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill
Trying to chill, saying ""damn, it be great to sell a mill""
that's when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're gonna be large)
Yea right, that's what the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour
From the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover
The crossover
(Erick Sermon)
(So what cha sayin) You want to go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel
But you insist to piss me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can push em back
So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me
(PMD)
Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
'cause you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, keep the crossover
The crossover

[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

As I proceed to rock y'all and shock y'all
Cold clubbin, some might say I'm buggin
I'm the back lifted, checkin out folts
I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim
Yeah they spot me, but I'm the wrong nigga
Cause ain't nuttin changed since days of +Golddigger+
They walk right past me like I'm invincible
Don't trust em, the first principle

[Parrish Smith]
Yo pass that here and cheers, celebrate like the new year
Honies front to rear, party over here
So get your groove on as we move on bust the new song
Once again, it's on, pop the cham' Dom
Bustin those when we pull up in the chrome
Party til Daylight, just like Stallone
Rollin with the players, sportin Timbs and the gators
Cell and pagers, fat whips quick to blaze ya

..

[Erick Sermon]
I be coolin, doin my thing, I'm slight jig
Sometimes I be Down Low, like Mr. Big
The Green-Eyed Bandit, what? Yea is he
the dark skin packs a mack-10 who gets busy?
I stay tight, keep the vibe right
I could pull a Rampage and Wild For Da Night
I'm lethal, I still do it for my people
I break it down for em, it's hard to ignore em

[Parrish Smith]
The time is right, and tonight's the night, we in the hype
We got my game type shorties excited, I'm feelin nice
We roll the dice, shot of vodka and ice
People on the dancefloor, doin it right
Cristal for the profile, money spenders and pretenders
and V.I.P. rollin with the winners
You know how it go, Heinekens and the Mo'
The pen and the pad and a dimepiece to go

[Erick Sermon]
Anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
I said, did anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?

(Ain't no Two-Gun Billy 'round here
Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)

[Erick Sermon]
You just pull a gun out on me?
Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *
Now, if any one of y'all see him
Tell him that, EPMD was in town..

[Parrish Smith]
Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor
Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin
Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin
Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me
you shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the
black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon
Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw
Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw
An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
Time to ride again until next time to draw

"Ten nine eight seven six five four
three two murder one lyric at your door" -) Method Man

Draw..
"Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -) Cool J

"Ten nine eight seven six five four
three two murder one lyric at your door" -) Method Man

Draw..
"Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -) Cool J

[Erick Sermon]
Hah
Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression
and ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal
Impeach em, then I Erick can B. President
Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
the hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
and focus, or go into hypnosis
I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)
Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin Squadron posters
Me and my dogs homey reppin
in case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon
Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it
P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German
Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
Any superhero we lettin em know from door
Come correct when it's time to draw

Intro:
Yeah, EPMD, yeah, Nocturnal (Nocturnal cats). A-yo check it.

Nocturnal:
Yo Dungeon Master, time to draw let's see who's faster
Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster
You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law
Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision
Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind
Feild, take you way down, underground the Earth's surface
A 100 leeks, flatline ?

Erick Sermon:
E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner
My jawa past willie, I'm higher than marajuana
My styles foreign, look at me as a Guinesse, Vietnemes
A lad overseas, clockin' major G's
I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle
In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal
And if I let off and he gets hit
And if you miss him, go home and light a candle

Hook:
Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'
This vocal ammunition (X2)

Nocturnal:
Yo I spit ferroshis, here's another dosage
I'll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus
On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual
Form, liver than your black college dorm
Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on
You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some cotoroto
Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot
Drink lots like Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked
It's hotter than lava rocks, I'm gainin interest like when LL said "Box"
And Crush Groove, I freak the ill power move
Kid I"m on fire, flippin' on MC's like David Banner
Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce
Cat's is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this
Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends
Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons
So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher
Have your crew sayin' "We should of taped son"
Mavrick, Top Gun, shootin' missles
I prefer 40's over Cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle
Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park
Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark
Rougher than Tim's at Galheart, check my street smarts
Plus credentials, microphones as untencils
Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks
Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me
EPMD and Nocturnal in your fuckin' ?

Hook (X4)

Outro:
Yeah yeah Nocturnal son. Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what's up, you know
what's up. You know what I'm saying. This is how we do. Reppin' for the
crew. Jersey fuckin' too. Hell yeah, hell yeah.

Ayo what's up E Double?

[Erick Sermon]
Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying
to get paid off what we made.

[PMD]
Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd
better get a grip on them lips and get off the...

[P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man we in there man?
[E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying?
[P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year
[E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down

[Erick Sermon]
There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve
Can't understand why you got involved
Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster
Now think who causes disaster
Clue number two, you give up?
I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut
He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three
You wrong, cause it was EPMD

[PMD]
MC's, get off the bandwagon
I'm not bragging, but tagging
And snagging the biter that tries to imitate
Time to go on strike and demonstrate
On the fo, that does not N-O
That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow
Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O
Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future
Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you
While the bass is booming and your face is glooming
Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming
They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow
Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler

[PMD]
Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who
Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue
I roll into the party as if I was Five-O
Book investigation biters like Columbo
Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo
And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo
Or play Commando, you know?
I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro
We rock rhymes then we we run em a while
Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style
They're confused, dazed, and amused
Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used
Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost
They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
While my volume was swaying, you were saying
"Who was that brother?" while the record was playing
I felt kinda happy like an ego trip
I had to laugh cause my energy's tip
My tradition is dissing in this position
And right about now I'm in perfect condition
And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing
Don't say nothing homeboy just listen

[PMD]
No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying
Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying?
I devastate the hip-hop scene
Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine
E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch
You wild on the groove with the beat on wax
I'm in my own world, no room for distraction
Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x

Ayo what's up E Double?

[Erick Sermon]
Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying
to get paid off what we made.

[PMD]
Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd
better get a grip on them lips and get off the...

[P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man we in there man?
[E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying?
[P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year
[E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down

[Erick Sermon]
There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve
Can't understand why you got involved
Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster
Now think who causes disaster
Clue number two, you give up?
I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut
He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three
You wrong, cause it was EPMD

[PMD]
MC's, get off the bandwagon
I'm not bragging, but tagging
And snagging the biter that tries to imitate
Time to go on strike and demonstrate
On the fo, that does not N-O
That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow
Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O
Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future
Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you
While the bass is booming and your face is glooming
Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming
They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow
Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler

[PMD]
Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who
Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue
I roll into the party as if I was Five-O
Book investigation biters like Columbo
Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo
And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo
Or play Commando, you know?
I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro
We rock rhymes then we we run em a while
Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style
They're confused, dazed, and amused
Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used
Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost
They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
While my volume was swaying, you were saying
"Who was that brother?" while the record was playing
I felt kinda happy like an ego trip
I had to laugh cause my energy's tip
My tradition is dissing in this position
And right about now I'm in perfect condition
And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing
Don't say nothing homeboy just listen

[PMD]
No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying
Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying?
I devastate the hip-hop scene
Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine
E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch
You wild on the groove with the beat on wax
I'm in my own world, no room for distraction
Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x

Ayo what's up E Double?

[Erick Sermon]
Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying
to get paid off what we made.

[PMD]
Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd
better get a grip on them lips and get off the...

[P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man we in there man?
[E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying?
[P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year
[E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down

[Erick Sermon]
There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve
Can't understand why you got involved
Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster
Now think who causes disaster
Clue number two, you give up?
I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut
He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three
You wrong, cause it was EPMD

[PMD]
MC's, get off the bandwagon
I'm not bragging, but tagging
And snagging the biter that tries to imitate
Time to go on strike and demonstrate
On the fo, that does not N-O
That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow
Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O
Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future
Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you
While the bass is booming and your face is glooming
Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming
They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow
Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler

[PMD]
Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who
Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue
I roll into the party as if I was Five-O
Book investigation biters like Columbo
Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo
And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo
Or play Commando, you know?
I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro
We rock rhymes then we we run em a while
Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style
They're confused, dazed, and amused
Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used
Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost
They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
While my volume was swaying, you were saying
"Who was that brother?" while the record was playing
I felt kinda happy like an ego trip
I had to laugh cause my energy's tip
My tradition is dissing in this position
And right about now I'm in perfect condition
And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing
Don't say nothing homeboy just listen

[PMD]
No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying
Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying?
I devastate the hip-hop scene
Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine
E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch
You wild on the groove with the beat on wax
I'm in my own world, no room for distraction
Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x

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

Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this
Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness
In your town to get down, so give your man a pound
Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter
So kill the he say she say bust the replay
Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway

[Erick Sermon]
Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank
Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks
What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank
Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother
who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover
And still we achieve the great, those who try
to fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so

Chorus: repeat 2X

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
.. It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine
Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out
Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about
How you doin (where you been) in the biz
Sittin on chrome, back to set trends

[Erick Sermon]
Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya
Send you back to the future - he for real man? HELL YEAH
I don't care, I gets it on anywhere
From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air
First things first, I come to work with mad equipment
to do y'all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit
My persona, got suburban kids
bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana

Chorus

[Parrish Smith]
Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline
Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime
Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P
No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be

[Erick Sermon]
Indeed, I'm amazing when I ?
Got the crowd doin shit by remote control
Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward?
Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard

Chorus 2X

Chorus: *sung hook from an R&B record*

Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
(repeat 2X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo! MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong
Cause like P.E. said, we're too black and too strong
But hey, what can I say
(Brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay

Chorus

Verse Two: PMD

As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours cause I'm going for mine
That's why I

Chorus

Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD

Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
So (Fight the Power) and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo

Chorus: to fade

[Erick Sermon]
Mm-hmm, hold me down
Hold me down
Hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down
Yeah uh-huh uh-huh, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down
Eh te eh te eh, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down
Huh? Ah-huh, yo, what?

Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down
while I go around this town, snatchin crowns
from those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin - you wanna fight? Let's go somethin
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation
with sucker MC infiltration

[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up
I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare, and watch the blood spill
from an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back

[P] Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo P, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down

[Parrish Smith]
You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin, God's on the way, and he's askin
who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
and can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm
Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm

[Erick Sermon]
Yeah we swarm MC's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em
like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin on
CEO's, A&R's, street team to a manager
For the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino
From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino
Bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

[E] Yo P, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
E-Dub, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Mic Doc, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin it down
[E] Yeah, I'm holdin you down

[Parrish Smith]
Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low
they be peepin me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati
Catchin bodies, E Double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty
What you thought? We takin more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched

[Erick Sermon]
I spit flames at Oklahoma
When done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen
Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin?
Believe you me, it was his destiny
for the child to end for fuckin with men
P and I got somethin for all y'all
who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball
So we ball like Spalding, in the time of need
who you calling when your career is falling?
Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down
Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down
Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it
Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented

It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL
It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL
It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL

[Parrish Smith]
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin it real
While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill'
Got up, with Erick Sermon, dropped "You Gots 2 Chill"
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
with fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged
And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves

[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
It's me, transformed I'm Eazy-E
Past the point of rockin the joint
I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team
NFL: Niggaz For Life, so feel that
I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at
Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady
For those who dream, believe I'm Freddie

Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from the South Bronx
and let me hear you say

Hell yeah HELL YEAH
Say hell yeah HELL YEAH

[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite
Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night
No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright
And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tight
Who am I? The cat to put that ass on standby
Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi
Then start stalkin, three point shot like Hershey Hawkins
Takin it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins

[Erick Sermon]
Yo I come through camouflaged with the Squadron entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
EPMD's the name, there's no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off like a wild Jamaican
Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs

Yo this shout out goes to Brownsville, youknowhatI'msayin?
On ? Avenue, Newport Garden Squadron
EPMD, youknowhatI'msayin?
To the Brentwood Posse, somebody just say

Make money money, make money money money
MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY
Everybody say make money money, make money money money
MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY

[Parrish Smith]
Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low
I'm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the Mo' spill
Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill

[Erick Sermon]
Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo P chill chill chill
Niggaz is in here fightin B
Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit
Just put some shit on they can dance to then

[PMD]
Cooling on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing
Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
(Yo P you was packing?) You know I'm strapped
Posse kept rolling it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started spraying niggas

[E Double]
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Giving best wishes to the best MC
The E the D-O-U-B-L-E
Because I'm housing [Repeat: x3]

[PMD]
Cooling at a party, no better yet disco
Head feeling mellow from a bottle of Cisco
Move

To crush and fry a sucker MC like Crisco
Every chance I get, I try to kill
That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill
I keep the place jumping til the party's through
Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues
Take off your coat, won't you stay a while
Check out the voice that is smooth and mild
It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money
Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey

[E Double]
Gimme the cue, check one two
Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
Treating me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild
Well let me tell you homeboy you're living foul
MC's, you know who you are
(On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cause you a star)
This is the year that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start capping
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
As I proceed to rock, the girls are clocking
Some brothers act hard but the rest are jocking
Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4]

[PMD]
I come on strong, like a bodybuilder
Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda
Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express
My intention's not to dis, but impress
For the ladies and gents, the money was spent
To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event)
In concert, not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work)
To make your body jerk
(To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt
With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n
I'm not skeezing, but pleasing
All party goers, also behind show-ers
Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome
Out the mouth, to the microphone
Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4]
DJ La Boss, on the scratch
Lounge
(My homeboy Big Daddy Kane, BizMarkie)

[PMD]
Cooling on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing
Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
(Yo P you was packing?) You know I'm strapped
Posse kept rolling it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started spraying niggas

[E Double]
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Giving best wishes to the best MC
The E the D-O-U-B-L-E
Because I'm housing [Repeat: x3]

[PMD]
Cooling at a party, no better yet disco
Head feeling mellow from a bottle of Cisco
Move

To crush and fry a sucker MC like Crisco
Every chance I get, I try to kill
That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill
I keep the place jumping til the party's through
Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues
Take off your coat, won't you stay a while
Check out the voice that is smooth and mild
It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money
Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey

[E Double]
Gimme the cue, check one two
Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
Treating me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild
Well let me tell you homeboy you're living foul
MC's, you know who you are
(On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cause you a star)
This is the year that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start capping
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
As I proceed to rock, the girls are clocking
Some brothers act hard but the rest are jocking
Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4]

[PMD]
I come on strong, like a bodybuilder
Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda
Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express
My intention's not to dis, but impress
For the ladies and gents, the money was spent
To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event)
In concert, not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work)
To make your body jerk
(To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt
With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n
I'm not skeezing, but pleasing
All party goers, also behind show-ers
Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome
Out the mouth, to the microphone
Because I'm housing [Repeat: x4]
DJ La Boss, on the scratch
Lounge
(My homeboy Big Daddy Kane, BizMarkie)

[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

[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..

[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..

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

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

{helicopter flies overhead}
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah time to put it down E
Time to put it down E
EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G's
Uh huh yeah
Yeah it's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
Ay E Dub check it out
MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
[Erick Sermon]
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play Dumbo, you're smarter than that
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin
Good friends already bitin, without you knowin
Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker
Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
[Erick Sermon]
Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
but he's not, so don't act cute
Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant
So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me
I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE..
.. music please
[Erick Sermon]
Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic
The mind is weary, floatin like a dove
Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat
Take em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
[Erick Sermon]
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin
Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud
Talkin much junk to attract a crowd
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake
In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin
Kinda upset boy -- I understand
You lost again -- I won, god damn
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
and at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign
Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller
MC's cold clockin til the party's through
then they tap me on my shoulder and say, ""This Bud's for you""
[Erick Sermon]
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way
To be able to make it work, you rest and play
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin
Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth..
..
[Parrish Smith]
While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess
Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened
[Erick Sermon]
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh
You mess around, and we'll be fightin
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
All the way live, 2 G's, 2 G's, 5 G's
New legacy

{helicopter flies overhead}
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah time to put it down E
Time to put it down E
EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G's
Uh huh yeah
Yeah it's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
Ay E Dub check it out
MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
[Erick Sermon]
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play Dumbo, you're smarter than that
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin
Good friends already bitin, without you knowin
Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker
Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
[Erick Sermon]
Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
but he's not, so don't act cute
Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant
So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me
I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE..
.. music please
[Erick Sermon]
Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic
The mind is weary, floatin like a dove
Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat
Take em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
[Erick Sermon]
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin
Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud
Talkin much junk to attract a crowd
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake
In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin
Kinda upset boy -- I understand
You lost again -- I won, god damn
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
and at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign
Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller
MC's cold clockin til the party's through
then they tap me on my shoulder and say, ""This Bud's for you""
[Erick Sermon]
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way
To be able to make it work, you rest and play
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin
Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth..
..
[Parrish Smith]
While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess
Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened
[Erick Sermon]
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh
You mess around, and we'll be fightin
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
All the way live, 2 G's, 2 G's, 5 G's
New legacy

"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

"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

{helicopter flies overhead}
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah time to put it down E
Time to put it down E
EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G's
Uh huh yeah
Yeah it's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
Ay E Dub check it out
MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
[Erick Sermon]
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play Dumbo, you're smarter than that
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin
Good friends already bitin, without you knowin
Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker
Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
[Erick Sermon]
Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
but he's not, so don't act cute
Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant
So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me
I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE..
.. music please
[Erick Sermon]
Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic
The mind is weary, floatin like a dove
Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat
Take em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
[Erick Sermon]
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin
Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud
Talkin much junk to attract a crowd
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake
In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin
Kinda upset boy -- I understand
You lost again -- I won, god damn
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
and at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign
Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller
MC's cold clockin til the party's through
then they tap me on my shoulder and say, ""This Bud's for you""
[Erick Sermon]
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way
To be able to make it work, you rest and play
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin
Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth..
..
[Parrish Smith]
While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess
Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened
[Erick Sermon]
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh
You mess around, and we'll be fightin
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code
[PMD] It's my thing
[Parrish Smith]
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
All the way live, 2 G's, 2 G's, 5 G's
New legacy

Yo what's up PMD?

[PMD]
Ayo coolin man done with this album about to take it up to Leon
Wills see what they say.

[E] Hold up man we ain't bringing nothing up until I diss this girl man.
[P] Aw you ain't going to go into that Jane thing again?
[E] You know I had to diss her! I told her don't mess with me you know?
[P] But why you gotta be bothering with that skeezer? That was way back
in 1986!
[E] Let me tell you how it went anyway

[E] Hanging out late drinking a couple of brews
[P] Turn on the radio put the shit on snooze
[E] So when it's time to get up, the radio comes on
[P] Blasting in my ear with the hip-hop song
[E] Five minutes later I hear someone knocking
[P] Yo outside yo, my stereo's rocking
[E] Saying in my mind "Who can it be?"
[P] It was me, the P double E M D
[E] I said yo
[P] I said yo
[E] What's up trooper? I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
[P] Why didn't you?
[E] I woulda have been, only thing she brung along a friend
So PMD (Yo?) Why don't you do me a favor?
Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
She's fly, haircut like Anita Baker
[P] Looked up and down and said "Hmm, I'll take her"
She came in, I said "Hi my name is P"
She said "Hello my name is J-A-N-E"
I said "Jane, oh, what a nice name"
It reminds me of a high school flame
[E] She came behind me and then she rubbed my back
She started moaning and said "Yo, let's hit the sack"
Went to my room because she was kinda bossy
Girl broke buckwild
[P] And started playing horsey
[E] She showed pain but inside she felt joy
[P] Ayo she broke wild and said "Ride em cowboy!"
[E] Three o'clock on the dot
[P] Tired of busting her
[E] Woke up in the morning to my record "You're a Customer"
She left me a note, she called me the medicine
Said next time you have to be better
[P] Bigger
[E] Stronger and much faster
[P] And you don't quit, EPMD rock double
[E] To the funky shit

Yo what's up PMD?

[PMD]
Ayo coolin man done with this album about to take it up to Leon
Wills see what they say.

[E] Hold up man we ain't bringing nothing up until I diss this girl man.
[P] Aw you ain't going to go into that Jane thing again?
[E] You know I had to diss her! I told her don't mess with me you know?
[P] But why you gotta be bothering with that skeezer? That was way back
in 1986!
[E] Let me tell you how it went anyway

[E] Hanging out late drinking a couple of brews
[P] Turn on the radio put the shit on snooze
[E] So when it's time to get up, the radio comes on
[P] Blasting in my ear with the hip-hop song
[E] Five minutes later I hear someone knocking
[P] Yo outside yo, my stereo's rocking
[E] Saying in my mind "Who can it be?"
[P] It was me, the P double E M D
[E] I said yo
[P] I said yo
[E] What's up trooper? I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
[P] Why didn't you?
[E] I woulda have been, only thing she brung along a friend
So PMD (Yo?) Why don't you do me a favor?
Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
She's fly, haircut like Anita Baker
[P] Looked up and down and said "Hmm, I'll take her"
She came in, I said "Hi my name is P"
She said "Hello my name is J-A-N-E"
I said "Jane, oh, what a nice name"
It reminds me of a high school flame
[E] She came behind me and then she rubbed my back
She started moaning and said "Yo, let's hit the sack"
Went to my room because she was kinda bossy
Girl broke buckwild
[P] And started playing horsey
[E] She showed pain but inside she felt joy
[P] Ayo she broke wild and said "Ride em cowboy!"
[E] Three o'clock on the dot
[P] Tired of busting her
[E] Woke up in the morning to my record "You're a Customer"
She left me a note, she called me the medicine
Said next time you have to be better
[P] Bigger
[E] Stronger and much faster
[P] And you don't quit, EPMD rock double
[E] To the funky shit

"Murder?/Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane" (repeat 4X)

Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities
The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin Valerie
The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
Found her butt naked, and on the side EPMD record
Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now
Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now
Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat
Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back
Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels
And anybody breakin these rules they get two's
This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact
Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back
to my accomplice, havin no nonsense
That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit
Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click
An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell
Hit the floor, she was leakin
My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin
Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet
Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped
Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage
Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid'
Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open
Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin
Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster
Played it cool, and never lost my composure
As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the
drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover
and passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees
Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD
And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic
I'm thinkin, "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?"
Time to activate, JANE on the license plate
Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate

"Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane" (repeat 8X)

[E] PMD
[P] Y yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[P] Yo chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
[E] Ha hah
[P] Oh what a nice name
Looked her up and down said "Hmm I'll take her"
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[P] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"

[Parrish Smith]
Check this out
I was hangin out late, creepin a quarter to two
Polly with cats, sippin on a 40 of brew
Pulled out the Dutch Master cause it's time to get on
Turned on the truck system to pump a hip-hop song
Five minutes later I see these other kids clockin
Meanwhile my niggaz chalmed out with system rockin
Sayin in my mind who could it be?
As he got closer, I peeped, it was the E-Double E
I said, "Whattup Duke?"

[E] Yo, whassup Sundullah?
I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
[P] Yo, why didn't you?
[E] Yo, I woulda hit the skins
[P] That's when I chilled, and peeped the two heads in the Benz
Gave my crew dap, and hopped the right the fuck on in
E-Double set it
[E] Yo P, this is Sandy and Lynn, Duke

[Parrish Smith]
I said yo, what's the deally yo? She said, "Sex, you wanna feely yo?"
Lift her skirt with no panties, felt the familio
Lookin half filipines, mixed with black in the genes
Had to drop the windows, to release the steam

( *** samples from the other "Jane" sagas *** )
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later

[Parrish Smith]
Shorter than short and petite, blazin ass body and physique
Five-doggin it, pumpin Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek

[Erick Sermon]
Burnin somethin, purple chronic, orange or thai
On the expressway, 4-9-5 L.I.

[Parrish Smith]
Straight rollin, nice from the Henny before
Shorty wanted to pull over and get a Dutch from the store

[Erick Sermon]
We parked the Benz, the girls got out and walked right in
Copped a 40 and a Dutch, and hopped right back in

[Parrish Smith]
Tried to pull off, that's when a squad car cut us off
Five-oh pulled out and said, "Chill, cause it's the law"

( *** samples from the other "Jane" sagas *** )
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[P] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"

[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo they caught us on a techno (techno)
Girls started shakin, gettin petrol
Pulled the burner 540, one shot, sunscreen's essential

[Erick Sermon]
Straight dumpin, no love for the badge and the gun
Straight accomplices, now our ass is on the run

[Parrish Smith]
Now shit's drastic, dodgin and dippin traffic
Bitches started regulatin on some flash and blast shit
She's out the Benz with the quickness, that's when the shit got real
Bitches flipped, hit PMD with the steel

[Erick Sermon]
And asked him how it feel, jumped right back in grabbed the wheel
Told the cats to relax and yo, peep the deal

[Parrish Smith]
Remember Tommy Twotime, who used to move moonshine?
Now he's a bitch nigga, frontin for cats, droppin dimes

[Erick Sermon]
Yo time to see him, he be hangin at the coliseum
Down on 48th and Lex, near the black museum

[Parrish Smith]
He owe me somethin, when I see him, I'm straight dumpin
Catch him four times in the legs, get close and ask him somethin

[Erick Sermon]
YO WHATTUP GOD? 'Member J, from the schoolyard?
Try to floss when I was chillin, HOLD THIS BABY PAH!

[Parrish Smith]
I looked at E like, "Yo, this bitch is talkin like a dude"
Seen the cat across the street, she said, "It's time to move"

[Erick Sermon]
Ran up on him, he looked like he saw a ghost
Tried to run, but J pulled out and flashed the toast

[Parrish Smith]
Toast told him to bend over, and then the girl lift her dress
Pulled out a dick, laced him in the ass, and asked him
how he liked it kid was cryin in pain
'Member you raped me in the park? Peep _The Crying Game_

[E] Shocked, snap the hammer
[P] Aiyyo the kid fell slow
I coulda swore he said, "Yo, don't do it Jane!"

( *** samples from the other "Jane" sagas *** )
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[P] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"
[E] PMD
[P] Yo
[E] Won't you do a me a favor?
[both] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later
[P] Jane.. Jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm, I'll take her"

[E] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you later
[P] Jane..
[E] Uhh..
[P] PMD.. Millenium Ducats
[E] Chill with the bitch and I'll hook you later

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 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

[Redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo
I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation happening before you shoot it
Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop
corks I pop New York with a dot til import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it
Shut your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours
Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon

Chorus

[Erick Sermon]
John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex
You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin
A five year span turned nuttin into somethin
And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya
(Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker
High on Friday with Chris Tucker
I be a Headbanger to my very last breath
Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef
K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies
Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis
I transform like Spawn, takes no time
for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word

Chorus

[Parrish Smith]
PMD, the Purple Heart admiral
Blow your spot and left shrapnel
then escaped in the Benz capsule
Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple
Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore
Before I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur
with more action than Roger Moore
Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray Windex on your glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous
Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this
My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic
Smash you bastards on some crab shit
EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm

Chorus

[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder
Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower
I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah
I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality
and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality
Finally, every dimension know Keith
Y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak
I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality
At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin
barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic
Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture
Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya
Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical brain melter
I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action
Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man I feel for my opponents

Chorus (to end)

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

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

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)

[parrish smith]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max
It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n
I pick your card and your name has been chosen
Not all about ? line-opin? or the stick up scene
"let it flow!", you know what I mean
I'm the pmd, in the place to be
Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker
Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow

[erick sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti
Use the same fuel as mario andretti
Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to slip
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
Let the mc's know that I shock like lightning
They mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening

[parrish] so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[erick sermon]
Blastoff, and off you go
We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
I would say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
But I won't leave, until the party is through
So while I'm here, let me get funky
Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
Epmd them goin nationwide

[parrish smith]
While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
You're out of control, and I'm right on track
In seconds later I work the bone out your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
We like to hang, torture then slaughter


All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude
E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood
For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait

[erick] so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish smith]
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
When the brother pmd is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
To go off beat, and come back on time
To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
And when it comes to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent
Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
Chillin hard, with the p on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy

[erick sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh
That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot
That only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
So let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish] so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky
[sermon]

[parrish smith]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max
It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n
I pick your card and your name has been chosen
Not all about ? line-opin? or the stick up scene
"let it flow!", you know what I mean
I'm the pmd, in the place to be
Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker
Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow

[erick sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti
Use the same fuel as mario andretti
Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to slip
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
Let the mc's know that I shock like lightning
They mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening

[parrish] so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[erick sermon]
Blastoff, and off you go
We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
I would say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
But I won't leave, until the party is through
So while I'm here, let me get funky
Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
Epmd them goin nationwide

[parrish smith]
While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
You're out of control, and I'm right on track
In seconds later I work the bone out your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
We like to hang, torture then slaughter


All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude
E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood
For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait

[erick] so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish smith]
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
When the brother pmd is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
To go off beat, and come back on time
To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
And when it comes to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent
Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
Chillin hard, with the p on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy

[erick sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh
That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot
That only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
So let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish] so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky
[sermon]

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!

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!

[Erick Sermon]
And you don't quit
Yeah, pioneers one time (one time, two times)
Yeah, Erick Sermon boy

[Parrish Smith]
Yeah, we rap, where you at? (mic check)
"Check this out!"
Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
from my man +Louis+ from the +Ville+, Slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at
So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers
blazin at one-hit wonder niggaz like Smoothe Da Hustler
I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
which clocks figures, in return, the track's the _Gold Digger_

[Erick Sermon]
Huh me? I buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son
I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs
My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin
messin around with God's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you'll lose!

Chorus: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)

[E] Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD.. "That's right!"
[P] Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

[Erick Sermon]
P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein em?
On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent
E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
right down the block, from the precinct
See you a punk, that talk too lenient
When I speak to a motherfucker, I MEAN IT!

[Parrish Smith]
So Open Sesame, and let down the main gate
But before you scream EPMD, you should wait
Cause we roll with a posse, from Strong Long to Canarsie
QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy
Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
and your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you
like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups

Chorus

[Erick Sermon]
Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
and my man pussycat and catch two to the melon!

[Parrish Smith]
Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, +Raw+ like Eddie
Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like Betty
And when I want things to move, I blink like +Bewitched+
to handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit

Chorus

[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

[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

Intro:
Put them on, put them on
Shiesty motherfuckers
Recognize that check it

PMD:
Yo we build and destroy, black Benz's and the convoy
Use a different 9 to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro
Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow
Like Jimmy Chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes
Caught the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man James Dean from Queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With Bill Blast, he made a dash smash the cash
Ran two blocks pulled off the ski mask
But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and
People started talkin', po-po started sniffin',plus
He never hit James Dean with the cream
So James put a hit to catch him on the scene
The police got a tip from a girl he use to run with
Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night
With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss
And the girl drove a black Infinity, moving keys to Kennedy
Different name everyday fake identity
They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state
So at the house the police wait with Jeds caught him in his 8
50 that's how the streets be moving shiefty
Found Billy and he slipped and paid quickly
Different day but the same song, life goes on
So watch the street kid, cause it's a put on

Hook:
That's how it goes down, down on the under (x2)

Erick Sermon:
I seen Will on the corner, Flatbush and Park Slope
Shippin' two pounds of coke with 2 O.G.'s in his bear coat
Chrome neena, rollin' with this bitch named Catrena
Undercover queena that pack a street sweeper
5 years for doin' Fed time for extortion
And a jail up in Boston for major jewel flossin'
Hits safes quickly can hear a black Jamie Summers
Pick the right numbers and have mad runners
Or Hardcore Lil' Kim, Queen Bee Bitch
Who never snitch, played the game and never rode the bench
Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will
For her family, no fantasy, a James Colamity
Time for the score, from Hammerton to Marine Park
Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive
She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line
And nows hte time, she jumped out the car
In front was a Hummer, two new comers, I never seen before
I approached tall Joey "Who's those guys lookin' wise?
Had my black ass surprised."
A-yo yo yo it's a set up, where's the doe, uh
Where's the loot, give it to me and don't get cute
Catrina pulled the weapon, shot Joey
The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain
Yo, she hid the two kids with Joey, she didn't know
Cause she paid more doe for 'em
Will screamed "You bitch!" "Sorry" she said
Then boow! Will got lit
That's how it goes down, down on the under
They drove off quickly in the black Hummer
Never trust no matter what the dance or song
Cause it could be a put on

Hook (x4)