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EPMD

(PMD)

It's a fact I'm mad hard like a jail yard

I'm sick slow call me a retard

Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin

Dark as hell and water drippin

Parrish Smith mentally sick

Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz

Yes the son of Sam and I'll be godamn

So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam man

The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox

My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock

Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft

Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast

Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin

Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin

(Chorus)

Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin(4x)

(Erick Sermon)

Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday

Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday

No illusion, just mass confusion

Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production

I, the Afromerican, black citizen

To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison

No one can stop me

Dun na na na na na, like Rocky

The combination, the jab, the uppercut

Mad footwork from the rapper expert

Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks

Say what, damn right, shut the hell up

I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up

Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts

Then I freak the funky style and I use it

MD and hear nothing but the music

Chorus

(PMD)

What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid

I get mad props like Sonny Crockett

You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe

Can't stop now (why) 'cause I'm diesel

EPMD back in effect on your rap set

Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat

Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin

Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin

(Erick Sermon)

Slate take two, action, the main attraction

(Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson

Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick

Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan

My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right

I'm teaching (P-S-why-see-H-E) psyche

I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground

Out the basement, now world renown

Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim

If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him

Then I freak a funky style and I use it

Kid, and hear nothing but the music

Chorus

Written by SERMON, ERICK S./SMITH, PARRISH JOSEPH
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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