[Parrish Smith]
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Relax while I tax, or you can just max
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It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
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Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n
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I pick your card and your name has been chosen
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Not all about ?line-opin? or the stick up scene
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"Let it flow!", you know what I mean
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I'm the PMD, in the place to be
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Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker
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Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
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So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
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Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow
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[Erick Sermon]
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I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like Getti
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Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti
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Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
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He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
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I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
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So if you real, it's no time to slip
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Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
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Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
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Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning
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They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening
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[Parrish] So let the funk flow
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"Let it flow!"
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[Erick Sermon]
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Blastoff, and off you go
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We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
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I would say ?bamba yards?, but I'm not leavin
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I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
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So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
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But I won't leave, until the party is through
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So while I'm here, let me get funky
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Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
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Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
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EPMD them goin nationwide
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[Parrish Smith]
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While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
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You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
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You're out of control, and I'm right on track
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In seconds later I work the bone out your back
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To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
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We like to hang, torture then slaughter
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All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
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E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood
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for dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
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Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
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So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
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Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
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[Erick] So let the funk flow
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"Let it flow!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
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When the brother PMD is on the microphone
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The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
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to go off beat, and come back on time
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To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
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And when it comes to do this, very few remain
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People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
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Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
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Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
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Chillin HARD, with the P on my chest
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Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
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Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy
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[Erick Sermon]
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Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
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Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh
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That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
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The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
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Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
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For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
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I hear the girls out there sayin E is hot
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That only shows you what juice I got
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And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
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There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
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So let the funk flow
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"Let it flow!"
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[Parrish] So let the funk flow
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"Let it flow!"
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[Parrish] Yo, this beat is sort of funky
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[Sermon] Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
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"Let it flow
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Let the Funk Flow
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| EPMD |
