EPMD - Boon dox
Tekst :
(Chorus)
Coming straight from the boon dox(3x)
(PMD)
Coming straight from the boon dox, when my tune stomps like Sasquatch
You better slow down cuz I m top notch
Wit the be-bop, can t you see hopps
Yo, I m swinging wild, g, chill or catch a speed knock
For crying out loud, my style is buckwhyled
Straight from Strong Isle, peace to the ooh child
A true troop, rugged, stomp in tims boots
No static, ---- Uncle Sam, I got mad loot
So back up off me, break North you see
I wreck a party in half and then I m Swayze
Rap maniac, brainiac on a fly track
?I ve got to zap all those? who s grabbing my bozack
But it s mine, Einstein, just like the nine
Rockin my jock, loaded for primetime
I m on a roll and the Mic Doc just can t stop
Bust it, coming straight from the boon dox
Chorus
(Erick Sermon)
1, 2, 1, 2, Mic check and I m packed wit the fire weapon
No half steppin, my nine, a black tech and
Uzi, I m psycho crazy
Don t ever try to do me, baby
Yea, I m still wrecking house, so what s up and a
I stuck a nigga in his gut
I m ?rougest? competition, never outlasting
(What happen E-D)Yo, I waxed ugly bastards
I took a stick of dynamite and blew em up, right
Then boom, I knock em out like Mike
I throw a clean fight, can t leave it messy
My blow is Super like Joe Pesci
Before I break out, let s make a toast
And after I m finish my drink then E s ghost
So Mr. Bartender, give me a scotch on the rock
(Where you coming, E) I m saying peace from the boon dox
Chorus
(P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)
(P)Now what (E) I know what
(P)Boy, your mouth shut
(E)So get these (what) nuts because the Squad s butt
(P)Popping ying-yang, no skills wit the hand swing
(E)Another hit from the Sqaud (B) It s a small thing
(P)?From the joys of funk, bunk? and make you jump
(E)And pump your hands in the air
(B)Soul like a speed bump
(B)Down wit Def Jam
(E)?Those scabs rule records, man?
(P)Thanks to Lyor Cohen (E) and Russell Simmons
(P)Yea, but for now child (woo, woo) bow wow
(B)Crazy phillie, that s the goal now, boon dox
Inne utwory
Chill The funk Do it again The steve martin Who killed Jane Get wit this Hit squad heist Brothers on my jock Brothers from brentwood L.I. K.I.M. Never seen before The joint Underground Mr. Bozack Check 1, 2 Cummin at cha Give the people Losowe utwory
Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit
Macula aetarnitatis
Numquam detergenda
Quisnam surget et deteget
Imaginem veritatis ?
People created religious inventions
to give their lives a glimmer of hope
And to ease their fear of dying
and people created...
[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don t matter what part of...
Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself
behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the whole truth can we disclose
The soul of this sick bulwark forever and ever
Forever and ever
Indoctrinated minds so very often
contain sick...
Hey, can I borrow your faith?
I think mine s been misplaced
You found another addiction
And now you think you re saved
And I don t want to hear what they are feeding to me
And I can t swallow what they are...
Call me irresponsible
Call me unreliable
Throw in undependable, too.
Do my foolish alibis bore you?
Well, I m not too clever
I just adore you.
Call me unpredictable
Tell me I m impractical
Rainbows, I m inclined to pursue.
Call me irresponsible
Yes, I m unreliable
But it s undeniably true
That I m irresponsibly mad for you.
Go on and call...