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Verse one: erick sermon
As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance
To the braveheart m.c.’s I wouldn’t take a chance
Keep quiet while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, it’s the big payback
The E Double E is my name, I spell
Thanks to the clientel my squad rocks well
I’m in your hood, comin through like mud
Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit?
I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, I’m equipped
Verse two: pmd
Well my name is M.D., I’m known as the motivator
Funky beat maker, new jack terminator
Enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme’s a toy
Never sweatin no click – why p? – cause I’m a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot
The green-eyed bandit, scratching mic doc
In the beginning, we had to let the world know
Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough
Sit back and relax of course the biz phat
T.V. wit the phone in the back
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
Verse three: erick sermon
I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
Want to play me and my crew, that’s rude
I’m dope when I get down to the beat
I’m raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
My track’s a miracle drug for thugs in this club
(p) yo e, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
I’m the big bear, some of y’all are baby cubs
Talkin large money when I see your bank stubs
I take control of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when it’s time to roll
Verse four: pmd
Well it’s P-Double E-M-D-e-e
Here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines
Did thousand shows faced many places
EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in
Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you
Or give you, ayyio what’s next on the menu
Business to take 2’s Stadium and venues
Wit E, and I’m the microphone doctor
And the capital E, capital P
Capital M, D, it’s no doubt, the world shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill
So believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chill
Verse five: erick sermon
Yo, I’m in the house now
Dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow, amazed like wow
E and P return like D, last dragon
To show m.c. just what’s happening
I gets busy and that’s an natural fact
I’m like Zorro: I mark and E on your back
Worse than that, I clown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin to them and run right through them
Verse six: pmd
I’m makin crazy g’s, politicin on my mobile phone
D E double about the microphone
Cause we’re the funky rhyme maker, puffing ? gon shit? faders
The one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react
We keep the money stackin, fingers snappin, toes tappin
And when it’s time to roll, uzi patrol still packin
EPMD, the mic’s are only friend
Took a break for a while and now we back again
So if you think about gamblin, you better come prepared
EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill
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