Epmd - It's Going Down Lyrics
Owww!Get on down (repeat 3x)Verse one: erick sermonWell, its the e wit the juice, Im down to get looseStrapped in black wit the nine by the bootsHardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chumpMy posses thick, so I will never get jumpedThe slayer, a beast from the east, Im psychoIf I had a glove, I would be bad as michaelSome say, yo, I sound ruggedPack wit the ultimate rap wit the power like snapA.k.a. the mic wreckerA rap star wit the boomin style, black as tarSmokin, the es no jokin, so dont trip or flipAnd make a hit, so bust itSome aint feel the way I do when I get wreckNo half steppin, I kick back like a weaponOn the microphone, I delightAnd groovy, a california quake couldnt move meGet on down (repeat 4x)Its going down (2x)Verse two: pmdNo lights, no camera, but lots of actionNo moonwalkin backwards, kid, like michael jacksonStrictly funk flows and steel toed timb boots to troopState to state, stage to stage, as I clock lootBlack asiatic, rapper fanatic, automaticBlack nine mil is what I pack so kill the staticEpmd quench the sound of thumps undergroundYa stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdownThe squad still in effect, no record skippinYa stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittinDown wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozackHeres a ticket kid to ride the jim like amtrakGot mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necksFrom eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassetteBut now Im swayze, ghost, the rap hostWho rip shows, from coast to coastGet on down (repeat 4x)Its going down (2x)Verse three: erick sermon, pmdYea, back to the picture, the sceneIts me erick sermon, my m-16Just in case, ya know, a fight broke outI can just chill, pull out the smoke outOne, no grill, no charcoal, no fluidAct like bo jackson, nike, and just do itIf theres a problem, the hit squad rolls mad deepSo I can rest my head and get some sleepWhile the e-double, takes a nap, no time to slackIts my turn to guard the fort, ready for combatGuns and violence, that we dont promoteJust takin whats ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmokeAs I pull out, squeezin like mr. charminDestroyin posses of demo tapes like agent orangeSo chill kid and act like you knowPeace from the md a.k.a. slow flowIts going down (4x)Get on down...
