Epmd - Check 1, 2 Lyrics
[erick sermon]Epmd.. def jam.. blazin..Check it, uh-huh, yoIts e-dub on the microphoneMy style be elektra, Im the male syl rhomeHomes, walk around with forty-four chromeOn safety, spike the mic in the endzoneThis here aint the average shit, you used toFront, and automatic rounds, will shoot youSo knock it off, like biggie smalls said duke you softWhy you wanna ***** with the boss?[parrish smith]Where should I start? breakin mcs or shatterin charts?Its diablo, pmd mic doc with the purple heartThe go-getter, getter, get wit er, hit er-split erFront and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitterSo heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo+funky piano+, van like the *****in ? tano?With more cheese than lambeau, more heat than ramboBreak down dismantle when I scrambleChorus: erick sermon (parrish smith) *repeat 2x*I just get down, and I go for minesSay check 1, 2 -- and run down the line(inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)Dont get too close because you might get shot[erick sermon]Uhh, yo, ey, and yoEpmd, *****in with us is bad newsMe and you got different viewsWhat you might say is dope, I says notWhat I might call wack, youll call hotThe best thing for you, is to think and hopeOr get choked, and hung with +the velvet rope+Cause you too theatrical, mess aroundAnd end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you[parrish smith]Thats why its crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cashDouble beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew doWhatever suits you, pull out the burner, ***** the shoot throughRoadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-twoOr tech nine, thatll chew, through your waistlineIm accurate, dont waste mine, spit on basslineRun with the unseen potential to be on datelineI dont fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine[erick sermon]Yeah, now why yall wanna mess with the vets?Weve been doin this shit, since _dear yvette_, checkI make shit that make you wanna smack your producerAnd ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him deadAnd walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekendFor playin with the last mohican? madi gon? - thats ***** you in puerto ricanKeep quiet when you hear grown men speakin[parrish smith]Or get smacked, this aint no game, the shit is seriousDelerious, thats how we leave cats and niggaz curiousThe true legend, got caught shit you better call kevinBig like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11Im danger like norris the texas rangerThe mic strangler, pmd, the *****in _head banger_Mo skills fo real for them cats that killPump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steelChorus
