[erick sermon]
Epmd.. def jam.. blazin..
Check it, uh-huh, yo
It's e-dub on the microphone
My style be elektra, i'm the male syl rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the endzone
This here ain't the average sh**, you used to
Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you
So knock it off, like biggie smalls said duke you soft
Why you wanna f** with the boss?
[parrish smith]
Where should i start? breakin mc's or shatterin charts?
It's diablo, pmd mic doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er
Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the sh**ter
So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo
+funky piano+, van like the f**in ?tano?
With more cheese than lambeau, more heat than rambo
Break down dismantle when i scramble
Chorus: erick sermon (parrish smith) *repeat 2x*
I just get down, and i go for mines
Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line
(inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)
Don't get too close because you might get shot
[erick sermon]
Uhh, yo, ey, and yo
Epmd, f**in with us is bad news
Me and you got different views
What you might say is dope, i say's not
What i might call wack, you'll call hot
The best thing for you, is to think and hope
Or get choked, and hung with +the velvet rope+
Cause you too theatrical, mess around
And end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you
[parrish smith]
That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
Double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, f** the shoot through
Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two
Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on ba**line
Run with the unseen potential to be on dateline
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while i pace mine
[erick sermon]
Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?
We've been doin this sh**, since _dear yvette_, check
I make sh** that make you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill him, and make you wanna k** him dead
And walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend
For playin with the last mohican
?madi gon? - that's f** you in puerto rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin
[parrish smith]
Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the sh** is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and n***az curious
The true legend, got caught sh** you better call kevin
Big like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11
I'm danger like norris the texas ranger
The mic strangler, pmd, the f**in _head banger_
Mo' sk**s fo' real for them cats that k**
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel
Chorus