Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers
jock Of the innovator, rock roll bounce to skater Ok fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit EPMD
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you tired -- then go
[Incomprehensible] Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby yeah, slow down baby yeah Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby, slow down
time to roll, uzi patrol Still packin, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a While And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come Prepared EPMD
and steel toed Timb boots to troop State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static EPMD
[Moka Only} Talking You, What Ya'll Want To Do Just Don't Let... We're Doing This The Way You Want To Do Rocking You, Just Watch How Your Shit Gets
We're baaaaack EPMD's back together AhhhhhhhhhHHHH
Yeah yeah, nine-seven, Das EFX To your chin No doubt, PMD Boondox, Hit Squad, PMD Uhh Das EFX, we up on this one son What's the deal? Whattup
Intro: (laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor. Redman:
Yea what up, 1 time, 1 time, pmd, mic doc 9-7, 2 thous and beyond, check it, check it Step aside, peep the wide body, kicking shit like karate Or catch
Sermon] I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD
Whoop whoop(8x) [redman] Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body Got me sold like hurachis,
Chorus: [Rap] its your game and now its all up to you [Singa] cos thats how we do [Rap] cos you are [Sing] a fighter [Rap] cos you are [Singa] fighter
[pmd] Shhh, I hear my people callin me, "where is he? where is he where is he? Where's the pmd? " I'm layin low, strapped with ammo Set for
[e double] Word em up [joe sinistr] Word em up, ha ha Got the e double, right there [e double] Jmj combined with grand.. royal.. Nineteen ninety-three
Ah, yeah, it's the home of the microphone master, Houdini I'm dope, some don't believe me Unless, I stress and bust a cap from steel Aim for the dome,
bird, until the hawks start hawking Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin' Hop in the Benz 2000, Benz with the CD skippin' EPMD, who's fuckin
