EPMD - Chill
Tekst :
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 massive 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 cocked 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....
EPMD - The funk
Tekst :
[Erick Sermon]
Uh-huh
[Parrish Smith]
Yo it s the return (uh-huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm
Kid don t mess with fire because you will get burned
Cause we earn respective checks, regulated when a nigga flex
to get a rep totin mack-10 s and techs
Hoes and sex, weed and Beck s, and first class flights
You name it, niggaz had it, and still got it
Always rhymin with a pardon
like Roxanne I m about to cold _Get Retarded_
You know the logo, and on mics, sometimes we flow slow
Not loco, universal, type vocal
Mogul, so don t make me wild out and have to show you
who I am, strapped with E-Double my man
Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam
This is the funk (huh) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we ve been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC s to lunch
Cause it s the funk (funk funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we ve been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC s to lunch
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo it s E the Elusive, comin through with a dope exclusive
Hawkin niggaz, like I m Yusef
Gettin down, makin it happen for those who don t believe
the incomporable, comin through stompin you
My Squad is Def, and we don t hear nuttin
I m in the back of the crib, on the green puttin
I be the boss in this, who the fuck comin through torchin this
ball your fists up quick
I m the black Bill Gates, my chips be Micro
Bad like Michael, don t make me fight you
You a hater, and my crew don t like you
On the real you suck, who the hell hyped you?
You a comic Russell would say good night too
at the Def Jam, screw you and your man
Rock the house like BizMark, if so let the fifth spark
sometime after dark
[Parrish Smith]
This is the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we ve been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC s to lunch
Cause it s the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and Parrish for years we ve been makin it thump
From East to West coast, EPMD you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin MC s to lunch
EPMD - Do it again
Tekst :
[Erick Sermon]
As I proceed to rock y all and shock y all
Cold clubbin, some might say I m buggin
I m the back lifted, checkin out folts
I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim
Yeah they spot me, but I m the wrong nigga
Cause ain t nuttin changed since days of +Golddigger+
They walk right past me like I m invincible
Don t trust em, the first principle
[Parrish Smith]
Yo pass that here and cheers, celebrate like the new year
Honies front to rear, party over here
So get your groove on as we move on bust the new song
Once again, it s on, pop the cham Dom
Bustin those when we pull up in the chrome
Party til Daylight, just like Stallone
Rollin with the players, sportin Timbs and the gators
Cell and pagers, fat whips quick to blaze ya
[Erick Sermon]
I be coolin, doin my thing, I m slight jig
Sometimes I be Down Low, like Mr. Big
The Green-Eyed Bandit, what? Yea is he
the dark skin packs a mack-10 who gets busy?
I stay tight, keep the vibe right
I could pull a Rampage and Wild For Da Night
I m lethal, I still do it for my people
I break it down for em, it s hard to ignore em
[Parrish Smith]
The time is right, and tonight s the night, we in the hype
We got my game type shorties excited, I m feelin nice
We roll the dice, shot of vodka and ice
People on the dancefloor, doin it right
Cristal for the profile, money spenders and pretenders
and V.I.P. rollin with the winners
You know how it go, Heinekens and the Mo
The pen and the pad and a dimepiece to go
