Epmd - Chill Lyrics
Chill...Yeaaaa, hahahaha(erick sermon)Equip wit the rap microchipProgram, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green(chill...) chill, fresh new dip when Im seenYo, dig, its the new fig for the e-doubleI pack a mac 10 just in case of troubleHot like the handle on a pot, Im steamingFame and more glory than morgan freemanIm the original, my styles deformedSo it can sound crazy ill when I performYea, check 1, 2, mic supremeEpmd, the rap american dream teamThe e-doubles definitely no jokeYou cant see me, even wit the microphoneIm massive dope, funky, whos defferYo, when I express myself like salt n pepaErick sermon and parrish smithThe sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickestHardcore rhymin, yea, thats the ticketBuckwhylin, ruff enuff for long islandChill.... yeaaaaaa, hahahaha....Ruff enuff to rock new york to long island(pmd)Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motionDont even blink, kid, or ima start smokingThe glock hammers *****ed wit the speed jock12 shots, the bust target is the brown foxSo call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talkB-boy fanatic, straight from new yorkThe foundation, landmark of the rap sceneEpmd in effect, Im clocking mad greenLike kermit the frog, sloppy like boss hogGirls runnin wild, ? paid tho like a klondar?For mics are ready to flow in slow moKnow the rap game just like bo knows hoes(yeaaaa, hahahaha)hard, you get scarred, messing wit the hit squadSlide easy or catch a bullshucks chargeNo time to ill, stay mental or puff a pillGet the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chillChill.... yeaaaa, hahahaha....Ruff enuff to rock new york to long island....
