Epmd - Chill lyrics

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Epmd - Chill lyrics

Chill... Yeaaaa, hahahaha (erick sermon) Equip wit the rap microchip Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ---- My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green (chill...) chill, fresh new dip when i'm seen Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the e-double I pack a mac 10 just in case of trouble Hot like the handle on a pot, i'm steaming Fame and more glory than morgan freeman I'm the original, my style's deformed So it can sound crazy ill when i perform Yea, check 1, 2, mic supreme Epmd, the rap american dream team The e-double's definitely no joke You can't see me, even wit the microphone I'm ma**ive dope, funky, who's deffer Yo, when i express myself like salt 'n pepa Erick sermon and parrish smith The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest Hardcore rhymin, yea, that's the ticket Buckwhylin, ruff enuff for long island Chill.... yeaaaaaa, hahahaha.... Ruff enuff to rock new york to long island (pmd) Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motion Don't even blink, kid, or i'ma start smoking The glock hammer's co*ked wit the speed jock 12 shots, the bust target is the brown fox So call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk B-boy fanatic, straight from new york The foundation, landmark of the rap scene Epmd in effect, i'm clocking mad green Like kermit the frog, sloppy like boss hog Girls runnin wild, ?paid tho' like a klondar? For mics are ready to flow in slow mo' Know the rap game just like bo knows hoes (yeaaaa, hahahaha)hard, you get scarred, messing wit the hit squad Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill Get the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chill Chill.... yeaaaa, hahahaha.... Ruff enuff to rock new york to long island....