Epmd - It's My Thing lyrics

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Epmd - It's My Thing lyrics

{helicopter flies overhead} "it's my thing!" "and the stadium is packed.. There's a large crowd out there today.. Let's hear them play" "you out there? louder!" "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it's my thing!" [parrish smith] Mc's out there, you better stand clear Epmd is a world premier From new york straight talk, america's best Cold wild long island, is where we rest [erick sermon] ("you out there? louder!") Style of the rap, makes your hands clap Take care of myself because the lines are strapped Day mean business, no time for play If you bite a line, we'll roll your way ("you out there? louder!") The more you bite, your body gets hot Don't get too close, because you might get shot Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat Don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that [pmd] it's my thing "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!" [parrish smith] The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin Good friends already bitin, without you knowin ("you out there? louder!") Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker The mind become delirious, situation serious Don't get ill, go and get curious ("it's my thing!") [erick sermon] Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better ("louder!") And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water, i'll get you a cup And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up ("you out there? louder!") I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack Talkin much junk like mr. t at your back But he's not, so don't act cute Cause if you do you in hot pursuits [pmd] it's my thing "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!" [parrish smith] As the song goes on you will notice a change The way i throw down, the way i say my name ("you out there? louder!") The mic that i'm packin, is flame resistant So mc be cool, and keep your distance When i walk into the party girls are screamin at me I park my mic and my hoes, and then i yell freeze.. .. music please "it's my thing!" [erick sermon] Ah where was i? oh yes Say a def rhyme then i plumb the rest ("you out there? louder!") Everytime i rock a rhyme i can tell that you like it Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic The mind is weary, floatin like a dove Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love Control the crowd, so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method [pmd] it's my thing "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it-it, it's my, it-it, it's my thing!" [parrish smith] The wack i subtract, the strong i attack The ones who grab the mic and freeze, i throw it back ("you out there? louder!") I perfect and eject, make mc's sweat Take em off on the mic then i tell em step Not waiting or debating, cause mc's keep hating Play me too close, like two dogs mating ("it's my thing!") [erick sermon] ("you out there?") Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson Don't really like it when s**ers start messin Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud Talkin much junk to attract a crowd ("you out there? louder!") You say you wanna battle, your first mistake You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin Kinda upset boy -- i understand You lost again -- i won, god damn [pmd] it's my thing "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!" [parrish smith] My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit I speak a little louder for you s**ers can't hear it ("you out there? louder!") The rhymes i designed, are right on time And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign Cause i'm the thriller of manilla, mc cold k**er Drink budweiser, cannot stand miller Mc's cold clockin til the party's through Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, "this bud's for you" ("it's my thing!") [erick sermon] ("you out there? louder!") To be a real mc, you can't be obedient To be smooth is the main ingredient You have to be silky like a milky way To be able to make it work, you rest and play ("you out there? louder!") I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin Slow yes, just like they're awed The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth.. "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!" [parrish smith] While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin Md is on the mic, you know i'm only beginnin ("you out there? louder!") Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess Scored 110, on my mc test My rhymes are strong than tyson, hold a mc license When i grab the mic, mc's get frightened [erick sermon] ("you out there? louder!") I'm dangerous, i'm here to crush some bones Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone ("it's my thing!") What i mean by lounge, i don't mean bitin, huh You mess around, and we'll be fightin It's alright if you bite, but don't recite Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right ("you out there? louder!") But until just chill to the next episode Donald j, yo, release the code [pmd] it's my thing "it's my thing!" "it's my thing!" "you out there?" "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!" "it's my thing! it's my thing! it's my thing!" ("you out there? louder!") "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!" "la-la-loud-la-loud-la-louder!" "it's my thing!" "you out there? louder!" "it's my thing!" *music fades* "you out there?" "ya ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya you out there?"