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So Wat Cha Sayin' `EPMD`

EPMD and Scratch for that . . .

So What Cha Sayin` `EPMD`

EPMD and Scratch for that...

Crossover `EPMD`

(Erick Sermon) Erick Sermon's in the house Let's get up, let's get down Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material So simple, when I rock wit

The Fan `EPMD`

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

Gold Digger `EPMD`

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

Apollo Interlude `EPMD`

[E] Nah I'm sayin so-and-so's room, yaknowhatI'msayin P? [E] Tryin to say somethin, niggaz be playa hatin [P] True [E] Let's hear what they talkin about Yo P, c'mon!

Strictly Snappin` Necks `EPMD`

Minnow That's not your rhyme sonny so please let go my Eggo "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" [Erick Sermon] Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission Front face the center and face your

Play the Next Man `EPMD`

frontin My raggamuffin, c'mon, help me wit somethin You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions I wanna rock wit you like Michael Jackson (coughing) Erick, what slow down, baby You're not Seal, so

Please Listen to My Demo `EPMD`

die Holdin up traffic, on the FDR drive We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear E Double had to push while MD steered There went our dreams, to cool with golden limos And alls we kept sayin

Get the Bozack `EPMD`

me tell you who I am The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior Doin damage to the world worse than the Hurricane Gloria I'm serious -- you can say I'm furious You're sayin

Rampage `EPMD`

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

Let The Funk Flow `EPMD`

about line opin or the stick up scene let it flow you know what I mean I'm the pmd in the place to be Clock rhymin and I lock ya around the tick tocker Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin So

Dungeon Master `EPMD`

Intro: Yeah, EPMD, yeah, Nocturnal (Nocturnal cats). A-yo check it.

It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame `EPMD`

people couldn't take it The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it Later on I made a record, and got recognition Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin Written and produced by the new rap duo Yes EPMD

The Big Payback `EPMD`

Yeah we got these cats [E]We get down like that [P]Straight underground like that [E]Word up [P]Two thou' [E]Check it [Erick Sermon] Open Sesame, and let down the main gate Before you scream EPMD

You Gots To Chill `EPMD`

Verse 1 [E Double E] Relax your mind let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you're tired then go take a nap Or stay awake

Symphony `EPMD`

[Parrish Smith] Huh, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it, M.O.P. Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Hold me down, hold me down echoes... [PMD]Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it [E-Dub]Redman..

Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2 - Mic Doc) `EPMD`

Sermon] Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan Godamn, yo, watch me slam Taking the bassline, freaking my lines Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump Way behind the track so

Big Payback `EPMD`

So whats the magic word?

It's Going Down `EPMD`

down (repeat 3X) Verse One: Erick Sermon Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump My posse's thick, so

Knick Knack Patty Wack `EPMD`

C The a.k.a. the P the M the D [Erick Sermon] And me the E to the D to the O to the U to the B to the L to the E [K Solo] It's time P [Parrish Smith] To rip the M the I to C [Erick Sermon] So

Strictly Business `EPMD`

think while I sink, into the brain structure (Don't sleep on the E) You see, somethin might rupture I don't take time for me to blow your mind Take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So

Boon Dox `EPMD`

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

Total Kaos `EPMD`

Yo whassup moneygrip it's the E on the trip Not to Georgia but Gladys Knight and the Pips It's a one way ticket to the highest plateau For a smooth rapper and for those that flow So blow like the wind

You Had Too Much To Drink `EPMD`

[E] Yo coolin PMD [P] True true man I just been lampin man [P] So what you been up to lately man? [E] Just been loungin man knowhatI'msayin?

Get Wit This `EPMD`

[Parrish Smith] Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness In your town to get down, so give your man a pound Let him know what's goin

Pioneers `EPMD`

Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked from my man +Louis+ from the +Ville+, Slugger baseball bat Cock back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at So stand back, we flash a nine

Head Banger `EPMD`

Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh) Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts Bustin ass daily as I compose like Mozart

Richter Scale `EPMD`

a half, heavyset, chocolate brown Hell of a jab, gift to gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel [Parrish Smith] Rap terror terror, EPMD

Rap is Still Outta Control `EPMD`

So check it, check it [B.R.]Yeah [P.S.]Outta control [E.S.]F'real, rap is outta control, like that (For sure dude!)