Epmd - Check 1, 2 lyrics

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Epmd - Check 1, 2 lyrics

[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