Epmd - Richter Scale Lyrics
Check one[erick sermon]Uh-huhYeah, aww yeah, uhh richter scaleIt goes lights, camera, action Im onOne more time to kill em, my rap flow is fulfillingI scream with the beastie boys -- what time is it?Its two oclock, you gettin knocked out the boxThen kicked off the block, def squad hit squadNo we wont stop, ***** it call the cops (uh-huh)I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocksIm the principle, fatman joe yknow[parrish smith]As you suffer the repercussions, comin through the blazeBust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggaz duckinWhen we come through, throwin the jab, in the one-twoLayin mcs out to trap, when we run through (like what? )Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds onGet my rhymin on, pmd *****in shinin onBack to biz, new address with the fat cribMy shit in the wiz, poli-in with the big wigsChorus: erick sermonOff the meter, and everytime we reach theTip-top and ya dont stop, uhh!In the field of rap, we pull rank no questionWe top the richter scale*repeat 2x*[erick sermon]Bust the techniques, e.d. fantasticUnreal gangstarr shit, mass appealRaps top dawg, Im the one you call onTo get sic-wid-it, e dont forget itIm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brownHell of a jab, gift to gabIm the elite, keep it underground like street levelI rock a rolex watch, with a diamond bezel[parrish smith]Rap terror terror, epmd, a new eraOff the richter scale, blowin hotter than everWith the squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddinLost your mind and said, shit!! when we barged inThe front door door, rugged, keeps our shit raw rawMake hits for the fans, plus the world tourBelieve that, peep that e and ps backWreckin heads daily, so chill and get the bozackChorus[erick sermon]Yo royal flush-in, all my cats be bustinServin you customers and those fake hustlersWhassup? step to me, I smack you sillyIm the kid, but no comparison to billyI aint scared of you mother*****ers -- cant you tell?Girls lose to me when they groove to maxwell, uhhI got one life to live so Im livinGot girls to be hittin more cars to be drivin[parrish smith]We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to breakNo moves are fake, no warnin shots fired blastin on crews like corrupt jakesThe black viper, scream on mcs and rhyme cyphersMore dangerous mind than, michelle pfeifferSo skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled dont wanna battle-battlePut one to your rhyme saddle, stompin through, like wild cattleWe flow beef so dead that, let that shit ceaseIm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-pieceChorus
