Just when you thought it was safe to make records
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The rap duo is back it's time to start wreckin
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E Double swingin high *scratch* I'm swingin low
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Washin wannabees down with some H20
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As I go blow to blow toe to toe flow for flow
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(Any has PMD?) Hell no!
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I'm blowin rappers off course like the S.S. Minnow
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That's not your rhyme sonny so please let go my Eggo
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"I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"
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[Erick Sermon]
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Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission
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Front face the center and face your competition
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As I rock, you jock, and in shock
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and have fear when the E is on the spot
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(You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker)
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Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot
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So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent
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Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads
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I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool
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But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool
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That's the way I would want stuff lookin
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The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn boy
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"EPMD is in town"
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[PMD] No words at all boy
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"Strictly snappin necks!"
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"EPMD is in town"
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[PMD] No words at all boy
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"Strictly snappin necks!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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Welcome... and all aboard
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Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score
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People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift
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To get paid off what we made, and also uplift
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A new way to sway, or should I say flow
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To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'hoe'
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Now hold the O, and give me an intro
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A kick and a snare, now the green light to go
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I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
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by break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
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When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O.
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Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow
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Cause on my second return, I had to come correct
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Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip
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I make the music, that makes a posse ill
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In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill
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Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot
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Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot
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But mainly at a concert where the place is packed
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Brothers yellin 'hoe', girlies on the bozack
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The system boomin, smoke everywhere
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People swayin side to side with they hands in the air
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A posse digs the music so they want to roll
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So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold
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But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami
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Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies
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in they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock
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You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped
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"I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"
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[Erick Sermon]
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Hurry hurry and step right up
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The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up
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And featuring the man on the cut
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He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS
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So whassup homeboy, there's any static?
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Do we have to ?? and get dramatic?
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Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps
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or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps?
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Nah, I don't think you want that
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so I cool, and instead I bust raps
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Like check one two, and you don't quit
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And match a funky dope rhyme that fits
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I say a rhyme and change the whole subject
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and still flow, and freak the whole public
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It can't be done, especially by a crab MC
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who came out the crack rehab
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You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad
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You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad
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Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point
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Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint
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Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down
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I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when
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"EPMD is in town"
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[PMD] No words at all boy
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"Strictly snappin necks!"
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"EPMD is in town"
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[PMD] No words at all boy
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"Strictly snappin necks!"
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[Parrish]
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SCSU!
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EPMD's in effect
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Snappin necks n cashin checks
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Strictly Snappin` Necks
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| EPMD |
