EPMD - Chill

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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....

Inne utwory

  • 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
  • Boon dox
  • Cummin at cha
  • Give the people
  • Losowe utwory

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    Nie mogę spać kiedy widzę Twoje sny...
    Lecz mogę zgasić światło wieczności...
    I upaść... żeby ratować Twoje życie...

    Spadam w otchłań...
    Straciłem wiarę w Ciebie człowieku...
    Gasnę...
    Lecz kiedy umrę...

    Enemy

    [Japanese bonus track]

    Who I once was I do not know
    Starting from scratch as Johnny Doe
    I have no name or number
    No family nor friends
    No one on which I can depend

    I m no enemy
    Just a man who ve forgotten his past I have no identity
    All is blank, my memory s gone with...

    Pacific to Pacific

    I see, world s in misery
    I feel, all my enemies
    are here, the battle never dies
    And I fear, you ll fly away and leaving me here

    Tell me gentle flower, can you give me power
    To maintain severe pain in my heart I feel
    So strong, I wonder why people got to suffer
    Singing songs...

    Cheap hotel

    She made her getaway when he stepped out
    She took the kids and drove far from their house
    She told them this is our home for now
    God bless this cheap hotel

    When he?d be sweet to her, they?d talk for hours
    Then he?d...

    We are the champions

    I ve paid my dues
    Time after time
    I ve done my sentence
    But committed no crime
    And bad mistakes
    I ve made a few
    I ve had my share of sand
    Kicked in my face
    But I ve come through
    And I need to go on and on and on and on

    We are the champions - my friend
    And...