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

    Facade of reality

    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...

    Girls

    [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...

    Cry for the moon

    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...

    Remedy

    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 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...