Verse One: Erick Sermon
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As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
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I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap
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And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback
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The E double E is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell
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My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, comin through like mud
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Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck
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You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
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Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
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No matter what the steez, I'm equipped
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Verse Two: PMD
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Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
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New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
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Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy
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When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
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Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
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Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax
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Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back
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Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
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Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
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Verse Three: Erick Sermon
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I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
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Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope
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When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
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My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club
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[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
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I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when
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I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul
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Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll
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Verse Four: PMD
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Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E
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When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
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Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows
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Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in
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Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
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Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you
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Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu, business to take 2's
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Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone doctor
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And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the world shocker
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Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell
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You boy, you gots to chill
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Verse Five: Erick Sermon
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Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
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Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just
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What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like Zoro
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I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
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Say somethin to them, and run right through them
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Verse Six: PMD
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I'm makin crazy G's, politicin on my mobile phone, D double
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About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker
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Puffing Garcia y Vegas, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
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I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin
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Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol
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Still packin, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while
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And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come
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prepared
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EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill
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You Gots to Chill '97
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EPMD |