Epmd - Pioneers lyrics

[Erick Sermon] And you don't quit Yeah pioneers one time (one time two times) Yeah Erick Sermon boy [Parrish Smith] Yeah we rap where you at? (mic check) "Check this out!" Hey yo who want to step up and get their cranium cracked From my man Louis from the Ville Slugger baseball bat co*k back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers Blazin' at one hit wonder n***as like Smoothe Da Hustler I still sneak over and f** your babysitter No quitter, microphone's my transmitter Which clocks figures, in return, the track's the Gold Digger [Erick Sermon] Huh me? I buy ice for no one Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin' to son I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin' Messin' around with God's children I take action, like film crews You against me, face to face, you'll lose! [Chorus: x2] Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares "That's right!" Legendary, hardcore be-boy is the pedigree [Erick Sermon] P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein' em? On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret Cats hate, so we on point frequent E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent Right down the block, from the precinct See you a punk, that talk too lenient When I speak to a motherf**er, I MEAN IT! [Parrish Smith] So Open Sesame, and let down the main gate But before you scream EPMD, you should wait Cause we roll with a posse, from Strong Long to Canarsie QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy Pa** that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo And your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippos s** on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you Like a pin-up, workin' out, and doin' chin-ups [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] Huh, hey yo my style flows, say it liquidates It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks Two time felon, f** aroud with me And my man p**ycat and catch two to the melon! [Parrish Smith] Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, Raw like Eddie Sweaty, when I hold sh** down and bake like Betty And when I want things to move, I blink like Bewitched To handle sh** in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit [Chorus]