Epmd - The Fan Lyrics
[erick sermon]Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word upYo, yo-yo.. yoAiyyo this heres procedure, rock mcs durin my leisureTime I spend to do em inThe sound pumps hard, and runs right through yaWhen it hits, it reacts like a airbag to yaSome flip to it, small kids might skip to itAnd jail cats get rep to itYou get, by on record but you wack on stageSo im, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades[parrish smith]Thats why we roll with the big boysWith big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckusShuttin down crews and mother*****ersIn low beta, not to be *****ed with like the swamp gatorPotato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze yaAs i, dust bust, crush and rushCatch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi into slushSo yo, whats the deally for reallyWe rock nine untilly, grindin like billySo niggaz chill and spark the phillieChorus: parrish smith (repeat 2x)Yo, I know you was a fan of mineI know you was a fan of mineI know you was a fan of mineHeres my card and on the back of its my fan club digits[erick sermon]Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, thats outrageousP and I stomp those who get courageousAnd microphones get rocked on stagesAny book or mag, we on a few pagesNot commercial, not frontin, and no movieI swear, cause we take it thereBillboards top ten, thats traditionComin through blastin with mad ammunition[parrish smith]Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmerNight in armor, penthouse view, with the saunaGod damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam itJam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand itIts been a long time, mc crabbin ***** niggaz runninWack mcs we straight stunninWhen we roll up, unexpected, undetectedResurrected, epmd second wind, fuel-injectedChorus[erick sermon]Word yeah, tell em p, yoI never seen yall before, when I came throughWith my dogs headbangin with the - hit squad crewHardcore, we got biz from the get goAny beef with us, we aint lettin shit goE-dub, no one replacin meIf theres a spot, then find a vacancyBoy, I own my style, while yall got leasesI get the whole pie, while yall get pieces[parrish smith]Thats why we own, bitin our shit, we dont condoneNews flash, erick and parrish, we got it sewnAnd like Im damon we dash for the cash, mash for the fashBashin the rash, double up p, straight on smidashSo stop playin, serious like _so what cha sayin? _In apollo sold out with redman, *****in headbanginTo the street corners, the back alleys, to the cali valleysEpmd in effect, chillin as the scans tally
