1.Brothers On My Jock
Chorus：parrish smith (from 'so what cha sayin')
Brothers on my jock for the way i hold a piece of steel (4x)
So what cha saying
Verse one： redman
I go wild as i sip from a cold lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom, did the bassline crank
From being rated r, from being top rank
I'm hard like an erection
Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections
So i grab a pen and pad, i'm back
To make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If i'm booty, then i've been framed
By an mc, who can't be the r-e-d
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask for mayday, mayday
For h-e-l-p, brothers tell me
I'm electrifyin, similar to round three
I don't brag and boast but smash and roast
Mc's wit degrees from here to the west coast
I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers
Were they ritz, saltine, or town house
None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse
Kick, blackflip, semifull
My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull
I'm down wit the squad, no more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Let's hear it from the jury
Chorus
Verse two： pmd
I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an mc
Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of e-d
Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick
Master of disaster, no time for flicks
Straight up b-boy, real mccoy like bruce leroy
Strap the bozack when i'm stabbin a skeezoid
Gangsta rap, it's daddy mack wit a bozack
Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack
So swing low and lick up balls
I'm like scharzenegger, correcting shit in total re-
Call up e-d and the posse that's ten deep
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin mc
So step off cause you gets no props
So stick the fork in him, redman (why) cause he's done
Chorus
Verse three： erick sermon
I'm e-d, i belong wit the a-team
A one man wreckin machine, by all means
Necessary, i destroyed on contact
No fear, of getting killed cause i'm strapped
The hit squad's deep, making it sweet
To creep, on my crew so you don't sleep
My mic is caffeine, similar to maxwell
Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well
And you might get scared and spark a stove
Cause i pack steel but hold on like en vogue
My swiftness, i got a gift not for christmas
God bless, mmm-hmm, can i get a witness
I'm fresh like a bag of chips ahoy
No toy, i'm a hardcore b-boy
Once again, i quote, i'm danger
I smoked smokey the bear and killed the forest ranger
Poof, the fire's out and i'm gone
Peace to mandela and farrakhan
Chorus
2.For My People
Hereeeeeee we go....
Verse one：erick sermon
The e-r-i-c-k s-e-r-m-o-n
I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10
More menace and i'll wreck the whole damn set
Smash (yes) you ain't seen ＊shit＊ yet
Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what i pack
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
A safety, for the suckers that hate me
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately
I hope not, it's no fun getting shot
Cause when i cock, i aim straight for the knot
I don't miss, i have a scope, no jokin
You should hope, that disco appearance like broke
Mass destruction when i start crushin and bustin
Duck mc's, i'm bumrushin
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, i pack steel, shit's thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
By the hour, i push power like hiroshima
Got dropped on by usa and like cleaned her
I manage to damage people without a sequel
This is for my people
Verse two： pmd
Check out the main attraction, black man in action
Number one crowd mover, i break backs in
Boy, you shoulda known what epmd stands for
Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws
It's erick and parrish making dollars
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
To whine while i dine, sounds genuine
You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine
Boom bang, bust the slang that i bring
From brentwood, long island, all the way to sing-sing
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
For some ＊bullshit＊ charge, mugshot on file
For hard time, thump beats like an alpine
No sam suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine
Yes the brother's back wit no knife or ax
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Sounds the pound hard to make an mc petrol
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
Something similar to a roger moore scene
That's james bond, 007, wit guillotine
To keep the hit squad hype to fly heads like the a-team
Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
For this ＊shit＊ i kick, it's strictly for my people
(pmd gives shoutouts)
3.Funky Piano
(chuck d sample：'hear my jam with the funky piano') [scratched
4x]
Straight from brooklyn, from out the projects,
It's dj scratch, so girls fix your kotex.
The ruler; not slick rick, but the ruler on the mix,
With ten or more tricks.
Take flicks, prick, but please don't miss this：
Watch my dj cut with his dick.
Yeah, slick ain't it？ see your moms fainted,
Technique 1200, and watch scratch train it.
I'm-a step off and let scratch collect dough,
While you hear my jam with the funky piano.
('here with the movement of his hands')
('stop lying') ('go ask her mother') {all 4x}
Pmd：
A brief description, yeah, bust my dj on the mix.
No line switch, two transform, cuts wit his lips.
And feeds up and down is extra weak,
He strictly cross-fades club mixes every week.
Won't break a sweat, the man's sharp on the blade.
Real name george spivey, sports a high-top fade.
Brothers starin' shocked while the brother is rockin'.
No arrows on the record or marks, or needle poppin'.
From table to table, sports a gucci cable.
Epmd's the group, def jam is the label.
Now i'm-a step off while scratch collects his dough,
Or rock a funky scratch to the funky piano.
('here with the movement of his hands')
('stop lying') ('go ask her mother') {all 4x}
('good god!')
4.Give The People
Chorus：＊sung hook from an r＆b record＊
Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
Ladies and gentlemen
(repeat 2x)
Verse one： erick sermon
When i came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and i was far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on tv
Like ed lover and doctor dre from yo! mtv raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong
Cause like p.e. said, we're too black and too strong
But hey, what can i say
(brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay
Chorus
Verse two： pmd
As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by epmd
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours cause i'm going for mine
That's why i
Chorus
Verse three： erick sermon, pmd
Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the beatles, g, and elvis presley
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
So (fight the power) and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo
Chorus： to fade
5.Gold Digger
Verse one：erick sermon
Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named erick
No big deal, no sweat
Hmmm, i was in for a big surprise
And when i saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause i forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought, when i was away on tour
Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy
Just my luck, that i'm stuck with a marriage
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage
Now i can't leave, if i do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So i chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street
So i give a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Fake everything so i can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like i love you so much
But wishin, she gets hit by a mack truck
Next time, if there's one i'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers
Cause she's a gold digger (3x)
Verse two： parrish smith
The p had a close call, quiet as kept i dated this
'flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl'
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha
sayin)
Top it off, she drove a black maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile i couldn't resist
I tapped e on the shoulder and said, 'yeah i gots to get this'
(p cool, she could be a gold digger)
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
Til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten g's on levi's, cold went rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said (oh p you're so large)
Like a jerk, i went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
Whip my five-sixty sip moet and bug (so did you flip？)
Tried to but she cut me off
And said, 'guess what？' (what) 'i'm pregnant' (pregnant？ damn)
Yeah and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
Cause she's a gold digger
Cause she's a gold digger (3x)
Verse three： erick sermon, parrish smith
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
Cause women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
(now you know)
Not to mess with a gold digger
Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3x)
Hit squad in effect in the house
Yeah, she get half
6.Hardcore
(chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)
(pmd)
When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank 'so what'cha saying''s pumping
loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am
Brothers licking off like the son of sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout
'niggas, niggas', yea, cold turn the party out
Chorus
(e double)
Rap combat squares sat and i attack
Any crab mc that's down wit the wack
And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech
I'm terror, new edition to rap era
I can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever
I'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ？(keenison)？
Yo, wit that, i can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-a, microphone wrecker e-d
The o, the u, the b, the l to the e
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip
I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token
Chorus
(redman)
I got it going on, ？(sister muck)？, next to flex
You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time
Punk push a pin in ？(pilt)？ so when i ？(pit)？
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
Fuck a freak, words before play
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
Bullets ？(brobab)？ brother back to back i slam
Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson
Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon
Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
Known as i live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
Nasty nigga, competition is none
From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels
Chorus
7.Hit Squad Heist
Intro-
Pmd：yo, check this out, man, we're gonna do this, man. we got 2
minutes and
20 seconds to get in and out of there. yo, redman, solo, man
don't get in
There and start frontin', man. hit the vault, get the cash,
don't shoot
＊nobody＊. alright？
Pmd： we 'bout to do this shit...
Erick： p, let's do this.....now!
P： freeze! (e： hands in the air!) nobody move!
(mack-10 is packed, so don't break fool)
This is a stick-up, real deal, real steel.
(full cooperation and no one gets killed.
Hey security old man, don't play hero)
Cuz a hero is a dead man, and a dead man is a zero.
Yo, hoe, pu tht loot in the money sack.
(you reach for the button, and then you gettin' smacked!)
？check the quotes？ {huh？!} stutter, mothafucka？!
(one more dumb move, p, and i'm-a buck her)
Chill, e. listen lady, can't afford to do time.
Ome more slip up and your ass is mine.
I need all keys and codes to security boxes,
Cds (jewels) plus money markets.
(chill before i bulk like the hulk, bruce banner. yo redman)
solo
{what？} spray the cameras.
All men, women and children please hit the floor.
(al b.) d-wade (watch the back door)
Time to get scratch, bring around the 560 (time check...) minute
and fifty.
{time keeps on slippin-slippin} (come on, p, man, ya
bullshittin'.
(hurry up, grab the sack and let's do this.
Pray for the benz and haul ass like carl lewis)
A reminder, a hero's nothin' but a sandwich, gus.
{this is ridiculous} say another word {i'll make ya famous}
{i feel like bustin' loose!} (p's been hit) {ow} a sharpshooter
on the roof.
(aw shit. yo redman, keep the money movin'...yo tom j, if i
ain't out in 10
Seconds, blow this mothafucker up and everybody, y'hear me？)
out with your
Hands up.
15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...}
Let it go...{1}
8.I'm Mad
Erick sermon：
It's the e, and i'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, i'm roastin,
bakin' mcs,
The e i'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast 'im now.
＊don't make me wait-wait＊ because it might be too late, the punk
might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a
bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc
that can't hang.
Don't forget, i'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's
laughin'？
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
I'm mad...
Refrain：
(here's a little story, i've gots to tell) {scratching} (i'm
mad!) 4x
Parrish：
My life story i tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine,
or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now i ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and
real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or
k-solo 'spellbound'
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the
man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when i cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off
your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how i knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and i'm
ouuuutie!
Refrain
Erick：
Stay tuned to this last episode, when i rock the house and the
mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that i be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh what a shame i got {fame!}
Parrish：
I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I'm like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes i pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya better run,
Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the e and the p's at...
Refrain
9.Jane 3
Parrish smith：
One hot summer day back around the way
A new kid moved onto the block and his name was jay
Jay was cool, he trucked jewels, packed a nine mil
Yeahhh, and kept his smitty's on his tool
Erick sermon：
Anyway jay portrayed to be like gard
So we took him in, and put him down with the hit squad
His house was phat, full court in the back
Jacuzzi in his bedroom, a welcome on the doormat
P - plus azt, full house alarm system
One rottweiler, one pitbull, no one could vic him
E - something strange about the crib, i had to think
Why the whole god damn house was dressed in hot pink
P - yo jay, where's your bathroom, bust a move i gotta piss
E - three doors on the left homeboy, ya can't miss
P - my head was busted
E - disgusted
P - i said, 'what's goin on？'
I seen a douche bag, and safety maxi-pad tampons
E - left the bathroom, went back where i was
P - tapped jay on the shoulder and said,
E - 'eiyyyooo cuz'
P - 'i thought you lived alone'
E - 'i do'
Parrish smith：
'are you certain？
There's bras and leotards, hangin on the curtain
Yo jay what's your problem, homeboy you look stunned
What are you doin？ put down that knife... where's my gun？'
Shit's thick, i reached for my tool i wasn't strapped
Left the nine in the car, right next to the jim hat
It's my ass, i better think fast real quick
I got a flashback ＊ahh＊ from a bruce lee flick
Got in my stance
E - don't lie
P - kay i broke for the door
Tripped on some bullshit in the living room floor
Jay rushed me, i grabbed him, scooped him up in the yoke
E - ahh shit
P - kicked him in the nuts
E - that's all she wrote
P - it was like rapunzel
E - rapunzel？
P - down came his hair
E - titties popped out
P - and there was ass everywhere
E - jay a transvestite？
P - not quite he was more like
＊j to the a to the n to the e＊
E - yo p, don't tell me, you went out like a sucker
P - chill, took off that mustache, grabbed that ass and i fucked
her
Peace, i'm audi 5000 ＊laughing＊
E - audi 5000
P - ahh shit!
All of that real shit, you know what i'm saying？
E - jane？ haircut, haircut like anita baker？
P - the whole shit. yo e, the whole shit, you know what i'm
saying？
Nah you can't man, i ran right up in her like bruce jenner
E - but better
P - right in there man, i didn't even care, are you crazy？
Was that holdin me up？
E - don't tell me it was jane you were juicin
P - sheiit, kick it e!
10.Manslaughter
Verse one：erick sermon
Code name e-d, check on the one two three
Black male hard mc
Rap record slave, a brother on the scene
With a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer
A hotline to the governor and mayor
He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta flip
Manslaughter (repeat 2x)
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse two： pmd
Code name md, rappin fanatic
No short taken, black asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper
The friendly ghost, but i smoke an mc if i have to
Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam
And i'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam
Rubble, partner code name is e-double
It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-
Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand
As i slay ya manslaughter
Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse three： erick sermon
Mad man fully strapped and i quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not d-t but e-d
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three
I'm the original, never did crime, i'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty-five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in shogun
First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc
That can't count one two three
I manage to damage, i roast the whole membrane
Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine
I kill a farmer, plus his daughter
Cause i'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter
They call us manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse four： pmd
As i stare deep into the mirror, i could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
Cause i'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, wit this flow and i don't know judo
Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know
There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
That's what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead, manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter
11.Mr. Bozack
(p：pmd, e：erick sermon, b：both)
P：good morning mr. bozack, time to wake up the nuts
(for what) to hit the shower, so i can wash the butt
E：damn (last night was crazy) word life, i had a blast
P： it was ass for days, nuts had a full tank of gas
E： golly, g, word p, tits and vd
P： pussy kicking louder than my alpine benzi, box
E： yes, i fresh, sweet like gumdrops
Pay me like oprah and no one to cockblock
P： slow down big fella (why) i think you're gassing me
E： p, get off my big dick, chill, stop harrassing me
P： your dick, you mean my dick and don't forget
Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish
B： mr. bozack (repeat 2x)
E： that's your fault, black (explain) no jim hat
You got in some fly shit and stuck me in bear back
Smarty, what happened over there at the party
Was it vodka and smeared on a bit of bacardi
P： no dick (don't call me that) sorry mr. bozack
But you didn't help, talking bout (where the hoes at)
E： i was hard (how hard) hard enuff to buck
(shit, you didn't rush the pussy) see, i stuffed her like a duck
P： mr. bozack (what) you went out like a sucker
E： not me, g, p, cuz you the one who bucked her
P： hachoo (god bless you) damn, here's a tissue
E： yo, p i'm feeling sick
P： relax, what can i get you, tetracycline
E： no a penicillin cap, it burns
P： yo, chill mr. bozack
E： no, i can't believe that (cool jack) screw that
All you had to do was wear a jim hat
P： i reached for one, but didn't quite make it
She grabbed on your head piece, i couldn't quite take it
Now lounge mr. bozack, stop cryin like a wuss
Now bone up the nuts, g, cuz yo, there's more puss
E： look, p, the b-o-z is like audi
P： audi like who
E： motherfuckin kurt gowdy
It's the jim... owwww, it burns
Don't worry, g, i'll have ya hooked up on friday
We'll go get the shot real quick
Everything will be copestetic
Oh what the hell all, got to stab this hoe cake right？
12.Rampage
Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh
You can get rugged, though, hard like p
Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens
So many often wonder if mds paid
You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
'cause i clock gs while you clock zs
And i don't smoke crack, i smoke m.c.s
So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes
A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
'cause i clock pesos, don't sell ileyo
Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
That's spanish terminology for friend
Now sit back and rub my bozack as i send
Bass funk with beats that thump
Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin'
Brother ridin' my tip, l, at the same time thinkin'
Damn, how could a brother be so nice
'cause i'm the capital e-p twice m-d-e twice
I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
I like to write but then again some bite
While you were bangin' on tables, i was bangin' snow white
Yeah slow down baby
The ripper, the master, the overlordian
Playing m.c.s like a old accordion
I get the inspiration from a necessary station
Them sayin' i was vacationin'
You can't cope with your weak-ass throat
Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while i freak the notes
Major m.c.s become minor b flats
So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance
I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
You're quilty, face down on the pavement
No holds barred, it's time to get scarred
You and your squad better praise the real god
The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics i'm as freaky as seka
So lay the mike down slow and careful
'cause mine is fully loaded and i have another handful
A clip to slip in and start rippin'
Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin'
Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
I'm down so that you clowns will know
Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, i'm constipated
Yeah slow down baby
When i come around homeboy, watch your nugget
I master on the beat down, my style's rugged
When i attack the microphone, close the zone
Rap sees danger, can't roam
Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall
A rap tank is full so i can't stall
My microphone is filled with premium
Any whack m.c. that flexes, i'm creamin' 'em
Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
When i'm rockin' the mike i'm like coastin'
Underneath fatigue at my peak
You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak
New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
Like bruce in a rage-i'm on a rampage
Yeah slow down baby
Slow down baby
13.Rap Is Still Outta Control
Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, wait
Aiy, rap is outta control
Hold on!
I be pulsatin dominatin, up above
Run-d.m.c. style, stop and show love
E-dub, i can't fall off, it's no way, i'm down low
I stay in the cut with o.j.
The fact is, some things got to change
With eight or more rappers that sound the same
With the, same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same fame
Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream i
Have to die, i'm livin a lie
Fake mc's no heart, get torn apart
Messin with us？ in ninety-nine, get smart
I be the last one you wanna play with
Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
Focus on me, i grab the mic and drop gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
Step in in tan timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
Couple of friends and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep shit rocking til morning
With the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin
Hop in the benz 2000 benz with the cd skippin
Epmd, who's fuckin with it
Outta control like 2pac in _juice_, character bishop
Who's inferior？ my squad be def
And we ain't hearin ya, lounge in the black interior
Because..
Hah! yes.. ha, rap is outta control!
Ha, hey hey rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Yo, aiy, rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Aiyyo, ey, rap is outta control!
Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
When it came to epmd no one said a word
So i called up erick sermon and said, 'this shit's absurd!'
Now we flip the bird, back-breakin mc's down like herbs
Redlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field？
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel？
I don't think so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in home depot
So don't front for me or the e, cause you know our steez
Epmd, blazin shit, def 2g's
Cause we make tape and break mc's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one checkin or servin me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency
Surgeon see
Hah.. hah, rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap .. wait, what wait (for sure dude)
Hey, rap is outta control! hold on
Wait wait, rap rap is outta control!
And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) ay, yes y'all (yes y'all)
Aiyyo kick it e!
I stand tall i won't fall, i recall
Ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure they krytonite caps
I'm made of steel, i swat bullets like gnats
I'm like, (＊singing＊) superman... fly high...
.. way up in the sky ..
And if you try to shoot me down clown i won't die
I cremate
I hate, let's exterminate
Wait for a second e, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
On the crab mc, who's all on the bozack
Who knows that, 2000 benz to shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at？
And the old gold black, icy cold fat
Wack mc's yo, where's your clothes at？
End the drama, that's word to your momma..
14.Underground
Refrain：
Erick sermon：
As i pump up a brand new funk swing,
And bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.
Old fashioned is the way that i be waxin' a mc,
I bust a grill, and the reaction i check,
Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;
A machine, my functioning, that's mean.
I stay together, my man, like al green.
I'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and i'm back
To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.
Boom, i'm buckwild when i'm stoned,
I close only one eye like a cyclone.
So i throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,
Summer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.
I'm the grand royal mc, i'm no joke.
I hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.
I smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.
I'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.
Full-power, one punch, crunch, i'm throwin' bolos.
I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.
I'm packed when it's time to get down.
Cuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...
Refrain 4x
Pmd：
Okie dokie. my mind gets slow-pokey when i toke the
Bull from a phillie blunt and i hope me
Old gold is cold when i pop the cap.
Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.
Cuz i'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.
I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.
And my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.
And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.
So all hail the mary, crack the moet,
Blast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.
Cuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,
I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows
To the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top
Of druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.
I say, no to blow and yes to cess and i suggest
You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest
In a new grill, bill, cuz i rock non- until
The fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.
There's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,
Cuz i'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.
There's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'
On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.
That i choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.
One slug to the head, mafioso style.
You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,
Watch yourself son, i'm comin' straight from the underground.
Refrain 2x
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