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  • Verse one: erick sermon
  • As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.s
  • I wouldnt take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap
  • And if you disrespect me, its the big payback
  • The e double e is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell
  • My squad rocks well, Im in your hood, comin through like mud
  • Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck
  • You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
  • Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
  • No matter what the steez, Im equipped
  • Verse two: pmd
  • Well my name is m-d, Im known as the motivator, funky beat maker
  • New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhymes a toy
  • Never sweatin no click , why p? , cause Im a b-boy
  • When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
  • Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
  • Now, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax
  • Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the back
  • Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
  • Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
  • Verse three: erick sermon
  • I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
  • Want to play me and my crew, thats rude, Im dope
  • When I get down to the beat, Im raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
  • My tracks a miracle drug for thugs in this club
  • [p] yo e, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
  • Im the big bear, some of yall are baby cubs, talkin large money when
  • I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul
  • Pack heat in my pants when its time to roll
  • Verse four: pmd
  • Well its p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit e
  • When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
  • Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows
  • Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the tape in
  • Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
  • Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you
  • Or give you, ayyio whats next on the menu, business to take 2s
  • Stadium and venues, wit e, and Im the microphone doctor
  • And the capital e, capital p, capital m, d, its no doubt, the world shocker
  • Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell
  • You boy, you gots to chill
  • Verse five: erick sermon
  • Yo, Im in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
  • Amazed like wow, e and p return like d, last dragon to show m.c. just
  • Whats happening, I get biz and thats an natural fact, Im like zoro
  • I mark and e on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
  • Say somethin to them, and run right through them
  • Verse six: pmd
  • Im makin crazy gs, politicin on my mobile phone, d double
  • About the microphone, cause were the funky rhyme maker
  • Puffing ? gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
  • I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin
  • Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when its time to roll, uzi patrol
  • Still packin, epmd, the mics are only friend, took a break for a while
  • And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come
  • Prepared
  • Epmd is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

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