1.Get The Bozack
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As i say mic check, epmd's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin large checks
As i flex then wrecks -- so e, what's next？
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 with 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
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
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？)
The greek man plato (who？) the greek man plato
But i'm the a.k.ato flow, bro
As you all will 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..
Yo, 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 in a flap
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 smack me and i'll smack you back')
I come correct with the context, and then next
Then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
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..
Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses (like who？) like gigantor
Cause when we roll we 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 my 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 said, you a part time sucka
Who works o.t., to be like
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..
Yo, the mc grand royal on the micraphone
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..
Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin
Scan 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 choose, 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 scheamin
Waxin the p twice, you must be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin, 'p got 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
Playin rough and tough but when i called your bluff
You tried to post on the micraphone doctor and got snuffed
So get the bozack
You get the bozack
You get the b-the-o-the-zack
Get the bozack
Knowhati'msayin e man？
Brothers ridin the bozack
Tell them crab emcees like this, yo
Get the bozack, get the bozack
Get the bo the bo the bo, bozack
Get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
Get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
Yo.. i don't play..
2.It's Time 2 Party
It's, time, to, party
...
'now that i got your attention again i want to'
＊ echoes left to right ＊
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
It's time to party (4x)
'uno, dos, tres, cuatro'
...
It's time to party (2x)
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)
3.It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame
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!'
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!'
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!'
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!'
＊ dj k. la boss cuts up 'fame!' ＊
4.Jane Ii
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
5.Knick Knack Patty Wack
Yo, and special guests on my show
Is the k
To the s to the o-l-o
And me, the capital d, the o to c
The a.k.a., the p the m the d
And me, the e to the d to the o
To the u to the b to the l to the e
It's time p
To rip the m the i to c
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
K-solo (yo) i pass p the microphone
Nah black (why p？) to each his own
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
Aiyyo, i pass e the microphone
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
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
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
I pass (why e？ to each his own)
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Aiyyo, i pass solo the microphone
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...
6.Please Listen To My Demo
scratch
And my man frank b, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our demo and everybody was dishin, youknowhati'msayin？
Verse one： parrish smith
We 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's rock
The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin
E and i was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin
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 hands-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
On the way to shop our demo 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 cruise in golden limos
And all we kept sayin was please 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
When i jumped to p-6-8 and broke north
Walkin the big city streets of manhattan
Buildings, 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 from mr. virgo simms
He played the tape and we started to laugh
Played ？if it was sock？ and they swoop and backstab
People start to smile inside we buckwhylin
Sayin this all started back from freestylin
They liked it, and they were very kind
But me and p was like, 'yo e, where do we sign？'
Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy
Met ron resnick, and his partner juggy
Things was cool, 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 (3x)
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo (2x)
7.So What Cha Sayin
Verse one：erick sermon, parrish smith
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work
I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked
Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients . . . epmd and scratch for that . . .
＊dj scratch cuts and scratches＊
Yo, i'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with md, yes the microphone doctor
One wrecks, the other destroys
And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)
We don't play when it's time to slay
I take a cut from my homey, yo, then i lay
Back and mack and all the rhymes i pack
And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack
Well, i'm known to be the master in the mc field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause i produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like mop ＆ glow (that's word born)
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment
Cause i'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As i glance at e-double, kickin microphone wrecker
Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka
To the ladies . . . and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way i hold a piece of steel
So what you sayin？
So what you sayin？
Verse two： erick sermon, parrish smith
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
Mc's, are jumpin out shoes and socks
I'm not playin, understand what i'm sayin
Catch a sucker in my way, and i'm slayin
Takin no shorts, so i'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that i'm gettin mines
In eighty-nine, because i'm fine as wine
Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine
Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll
Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl
What i chose i refuse to slack while i'm back
I take a chance jack, so i must attack
With knick knack paddywack so i won't lack
Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack
While i'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin
Cause with a partner like e double don't come a dime a dozen
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics
Brothers on my jock while i'm kickin ballistics
Droppin hits like i'm housin, you gots ta chill, and more
The proof is in the pudding (yo check the billboard)
People round town talkin this and that
Of how we sound like the r, and our music was wack
Dropped the album strictly business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later, the lp went gold
So what you sayin
So what you sayin
Verse three： erick sermon, parrish smith
Now party people it's time for the exquisite
No knock knock who that over there or who is it
It's the e-r-i-c-k, yes the boy wonder
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
So hot, so you can say i'm blazin
Or luther vandross says, yo i am
'sooooooo amazing, and i've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack yo me the e-double
Cuz me and pmd is like the funky fresh couple
I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired
And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired
Cause you was memorex, for that style that we was bringin
In an all out battle, p comes out swingin
Cause i'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines
And if the odds against me, i still drop lines
And get mines on time that's why most resign
Sit in my lazyboy chair, relax my head and recline
Sip a pepsi or coke, with a twist of lime
Or crack a forty-oh, and then i go for mine
So what you sayin
So what you sayin
8.Strictly Snappin' Necks
Just when you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin
E double swingin high ＊scratch＊ i'm swingin low
Washin wannabees down, with some h20
As i go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow
(any has pmd？) hell no!
I'm blowin rappers off course, like the s.s. minnow
That's not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my eggo
'i hear voices sayin that's erick sermon'
Straight up, right now, i'm on a mission
Front face the center and face your competition
As i rock, you jock, and in shock
And have fear -- when the e is on the spot
(you pulled the mic handle： joker, joker, joker)
Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as i flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads
I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool
But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool
That's the way i would want stuff lookin
The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like brooklyn boy
'epmd is in town'
'strictly snappin necks!'
'epmd is in town'
'strictly snappin necks!'
Welcome... and all aboard
Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score
People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift
To get paid off what we made, and also uplift
A new way to sway, or should i say flow
To keep the ladies screamin 'ow', the brothers yellin 'hoe'
Now hold the o, and give me an intro
A kick and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his
neck
When five-oh roll, they say what's the m.o.
Another rapper was hit, by mister slow flow
Cause on my second return, i had to come correct
Takin nuttin but bodies, on the unfinished business tip
I make the music, that makes a posse ill
In they jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill
Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot
Drinkin quarts of old gold, in the parkin lot
But mainly at a concert where the place is packed
Brothers yellin 'hoe', girlies on the bozack
The system boomin, smoke everywhere
People swayin side to side with they hands in the air
A posse digs the music so they want to roll
So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold
But whether you in new york, detroit, l.a. or miami
Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies
In they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock
You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped
'i hear voices sayin that's erick sermon'
Hurry hurry and step right up
The best show on earth, epmd yea word up
And featuring the man on the cut
He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) nuts
So whassup homeboy, there's any static？
Do we have to ？？ and get dramatic？
Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps
Or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps？
Nah, i don't think you want that
So i cool, and instead i bust raps
Like check one two, and you don't quit
And match a funky dope rhyme that fits
I say a rhyme and change the whole subject
And still flow, and freak the whole public
It can't be done, especially by a crab mc
Who came out the crack rehab
You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a smooth criminal, you soft and i'm bad
Don't mean to brag, i'm just makin a point
Some say i'm def, the old school say i'm the joint
Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down
I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when
'epmd is in town'
'strictly snappin necks!'
'epmd is in town'
'strictly snappin necks!'
Scsu!
Epmd's in effect
Snappin necks n cashin checks
9.The Big Payback
But i'm ready to break out of here and do this, yaknahmsayin？
So what's the magic word？
Open sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you screamed epmd, you shouldn't wait
I roll with a posse, hey you tried to stop me
Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me knowin
So i keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and i don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, i put an end to your fun
Cause i'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and i have no pity
To run up on you, and wax plus tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a chump
Mc's try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no haps jack
So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack
This is the big payback
..
As i go and flow, to a different type of tempo
(why md？) c'mon e, the p keeps it simple
Plus i'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like tyson
Slayin mc's on the q-t, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling is mutual
I took my rhyme to a lower rpm, then shift to neutral
Then crack a 40 (what kind) of olde e
To slay an mc (how) on the q-t
(so what's your name boy？) c'mon, you know it's m.d.
So while i'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left
and
A pile behind the stage, the p is like steppin
Off from the scenes, i see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a fisherman hat
A cop said, 'yo, how'd he flee from the spot？'
'in a black sports car, i think it was an iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look'
(why？) there was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big payback
..
No rome-et-oh, or juliette romance story
Just epmd, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like fencin, dangerous
It keeps you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, i'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the razor cuts
And i'ma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
But don't never ever ever, mess with e double
I'm like jumpin jack flash, a spy with an eye
I do no stunts, and i'm not the fall guy
I'm just the e, the r-i-c-k, that's all
Did some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, sweet to be sour
(so what you sayin e？) i got 'soul power!'
So dig it, as i kick it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because i cut no slack
It's like that.. this is the big payback
..
If rappin was a tribe i'd be the chief commanche
Had fat link, chunky rings, nuttin fancy
So saddle up mc's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but i carry a lasso
Cause i'm back from vacation, cause suckers kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus your tunes wasn't hittin
They wanna claim a style on the m-i-c
But i can rotate the state, cold rippin shows with e
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show without packin
My partners, mr. smith and mr. wessun
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm strictly biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(you sniff blow？) hell no, and still flow and say go
More or less do a show.. nah
The only high i get, is when my fans yell hoe
So get the bo-zack, because we're back to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big payback
..
Yeah that's right man, big payback in eighty-nine, yaknahmsayin？
Epmd's in effect on the unfinished business tip
？ and tony, snappin necks
10.Total Kaos
Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip
Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips
It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take flight
And 'fly, like an eagle' -- yeah right
You can't rock a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock steady
With the e double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, i'm _in control_ like janet
I'm in command, plus full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one conclusion
Total chaos.. no mass confusion
Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it？)
The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats
The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars
Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, quick draw mcgraw when i blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while i sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, because i'm on the go
And aiyyo i don't joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like i said in _strictly biz_ i'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion
No magic tricks, houdini, or i dream of jeannie
Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti
It's a one two three count, and i'm knockin out
Without a doubt (why e？) i got clout!
Homeboy you should know, i'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are drastic
For me the e double, cause i'm fantastic
So, i let you know, money i don't play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what i say？
Lay low afro, or take a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em like a jap
Then lounge, as i rock across the map
Yo watch me go, ？ in seconds
Me and pmd and the sound from our records
Check out the beat and the style i'm usin
It's total chaos.. no mass confusion
Last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper
Give me room.. cause i'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as i release my steam
The method of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like md's about to go rambo
A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it e double？ (yeah, somethin like ？)
To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when i said mic check
You're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like i said in _strictly biz_ i'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion
11.Who's Booty
Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl i met
She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat
I kicked it to her, and her name was kim
She said let's jet because she was ready for the jim
Browski i doubt thee e would front
So like a real stunt, i rolled the blunt
She was ready, i could see in her face
She said 'let's jet' we went back to her place
It was fat, she had a dope crib
She offered food, like some barbucue ribs
I said 'no thank you' not now honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
We put on tender roni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time to do it
Put on some james brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs
But when you love me please don't be ruff
I said 'listen, i'll be gentle, i'll be very gentle
When i'm loving yoooouuu, when i'm loving yoooouuu.
...so i dipped, i abandoned ship
Threw in the anchor like on the boat tip
That's what i get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, but i don't like fishing
And next time, i want to know who i'm kissing
You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
But i won't touch it until i know who's booty
Well i was maxin one day just minding my own
Talking to e-double on my car cellular phone
When i seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating
The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
So i put my car in park, turned my system down
I said 'excuse me, are you new in town'
She said 'it's funny you asked i just got here today'
I said 'yo, you need a lift because i'm going that way'
She said 'my mother always told me not to ride with strangers
If i did, than my life would be in danger'
I said 'yeah that's true, but i'm not you're everyday swinger'
To tell you the truth, i'm a well known singer'
Plus i was cold coolin
40 dawn in lap
Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat.
She got in and said 'yo i never done this before'
I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door.
She got and she said 'you a medical doctor？'
I said 'close but no cigar, i'm the microphone doctor
Who performs open surgery, on mc's that are willing
Except to try same them, i try to kill them'
She said 'ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more'
You mean how we heinz and clock the g's or more.
We got to her house and her moms wasn't home
As we went to the room i sparked up the homegrown
I was with it, felling nice from old e
Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty.
We got to her it was time to max
Pulled out the jimhat and strapped the bozak
I hit the lights, and next was the sack
We started doing it, it was hard to produce
Because the booty was cold kickin like they call me bruce
I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood
Because i know i wasn't fishing but i smelled seafood
Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea
And it wasn't worth catching the a-the i-the d-to the s-oh yes
The s is for safe sex
And as i glanced at the door, you that move was next
But she pulled me close, and said 'let's get loose'
And out of nowhere i yelled 'baby did you do...'
She said no p, cause i'm not a swinger
I couldn't buy that as i smelled my forefinger
I was playing myself plus my style was crampped
I grabbed my keys and coat, and md broke camp
And as i walked to the door, the girl got moody
I looked her eye to eye and said.. 'who's booty'
12.You Had Too Much To Drink
You know what baby？ you startin to look good
You startin to look real good
You startin to remind me of that superstar - paula abdul
Nah guys, y'know？ i can drive myself home man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when i feel nice (p： are you sure man？)
Are you kidding me man？
That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch
I could drink that all night
Chorus： repeat 4x
＊ police siren sound ＊
Ah excuse me, can i see your license and registration please？
I don't have my license registration right now
But if you give me a chance, i can go home and get it
Oh what are you a wiseguy son？
No i don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from dominican republic
By the time i got to motor vehicle, motor vehicle was closed
Oh it was closed？
Yeah it was closed
Oh what's your name son？
My name is frankie nato, but my friends, they call me frank b
How bout you officer - whatchu call yourself？
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat？
You don't know who that is？ that's a superstar
Paula abdul, say hi paula
Oh yeah that's paula abdul？
Have you been drinkin son？
Oh no i don't drink man, the only thing i drink is fruit punch
Ok son you wanna turn your car off
And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please？
Where we goin officer？
I want you to come sit in the backseat
And blow in this tube for me please
Wait a minute, i ain't no faggot
I never blow anything in my life, and don't plan to
How bout you officer - you blowin anything？
Just blow into the tube son
Okay okay man ＊ blows into the tube ＊
Oh what's this man？ two point oh？
Oh guns'n'roses dude!
You might as well get ？
Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk!
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer？
You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me i'm drunk man？
Somethin wrong with that machine
That machine need a good fixin man
That's what i think officer
No you know what i think son？
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, i have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's finished witchu, you gonna be workin in
alaska
So dress warm, as a matter of fact
I suggest you go out and buy yourself a sheepdog
Cause it gets bitterly cold out there
Chorus
Oh, oh god, just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let me make it through the night god
I promise i'll never have another drink again
I'll never drink again, as long as i live
＊ pukes several times ＊
Chorus
You overdid it
Hey yo this is epmd tellin you not to drink and drive
Cause ain't nuttin cool about chillin in a coffin six feet under
Youknowwhati'msayin？
Yo, this is frank b
And learn from others mistakes homes!
And don't let peer pressure get to you
Cause it costs you, or your life, or somebody else's life
In the long run
And it's like that
And if you don't believe you can get the bozack
See-ya!
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