EPMD - Brothers on my jock
Tekst :
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
EPMD - The fan
Tekst :
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up
Yo, yo-yo.. YO
Aiyyo this here s procedure, rock MC s durin my leisure
time I spend to do em in
The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
and jail cats get rep to it
You get, by on record but you wack on stage
So I m, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That s why we roll with the big boys
with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi into slush
So yo, what s the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie
Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here s my card and on the back of it s my fan club digits
[Erick Sermon]
Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that s outrageous
P and I stomp those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few pages
Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
I swear, cause we take it there
Billboard s top ten, that s tradition
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
[Parrish Smith]
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
It s been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
Wack MC s we straight stunnin
when we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Word yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y all before, when I came through
with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
Any beef with us, we ain t lettin shit go
E-Dub, no one replacin me
If there s a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while y all got leases
I get the whole pie, while y all get pieces
[Parrish Smith]
That s why we own, bitin our shit, we don t condone
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I m Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash
Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash
So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin ?_
In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin
to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally
EPMD - Right now
Tekst :
Right here, right now?
[Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith)
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Ah y all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (E-Dub)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, y know what that is, word up
(Wax and tax em) The Squadron, PMD, Erick Sermon
(Millenium Ducats) Yo, yo.. uh-huh
Def Jam
[Erick Sermon]
Excuse me! I m tryin to earn a mere buck or two
Yo my name s E-Dub, so who the fuck are you?
I m lockin it down now, and that s that
I m the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap
Hold your gat, I can t control the sound
If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down
Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare
like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH..
[Parrish Smith]
I love it when my jewels dangles
could see stars, like the Bangles
When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles
Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on
microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
your big man, don t lose focus and watch the quicksand
Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand
Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Fully flossed out, two G s, Fisherman bucket
Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X)
Who? EPMD got checks to cash
What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast
When? Right now, so my crew could flash
Where? Right here, get the money and stash
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo what s that song, that got the average dude
playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong
What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we re up
with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH)
Pure player, my rap flow s athletic
Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics
EPMD now.. here to getcha
with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya
[Parrish Smith]
Cats can t hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy
Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie
cause I m hype again, with E Double, on the mic again
Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan?
Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy
No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy
Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler
And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can t fool us
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire
And we won t stop rockin til we retire
Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar
I m Sammy Sosa, and P s Mark McGwire
Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye
If you wanna hate me, do it now, try
I m lethal, take it back to EPMD third album
and do it _For My People_
[Parrish Smith]
I jump out the plane and hanglide
Hit the ice and slip-slide
Niggaz don t get it, EPMD status, correct me if I m
mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin
like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin
Dusk to dawn, word is bond
You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on
Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters
Quick to roast ya
Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya
Chorus