Mr. Bozack - Chill lyrics

"CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.." (*repeat 8X*) "Yeaaaah! Ha ha ha" [Erick Sermon] Equipped with the rap microchip Program, aptitude, one mo' return, aww {sh**} My face in the magazines, showin my eyes green ("CHILL..") Chill, freshly dipped 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 a handle on a pot, I'm steamin Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman I'm the original, my style's deformed So it can sound crazy ill when I perform Yeah, check one two mic supreme EPMD, the rap American Dream Team The E-Double's definitely no joke You can't see me, even with a microscope 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, yeah, that's the ticket Buckwhylin, rough enough for Long Island [Hook: repeat all 4X] "CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.." "CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.." "Yeaaaah! Ha ha ha" "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island" [Parrish Smith] Back up, boy, move easy with the hand motion Don't even blink kid, or I'mma start smokin The Glock hammer's co*ked with the speed shot Twelve 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 clockin mad green Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog Girl was runnin wild, ate her like a corndog Four mics are ready to flow in slow mo' Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes ("Yeaaaah! Ha ha ha") Hard, you get scarred, messin 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 yeah kid, chill [Hook] "CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.." (*repeat to fade*)