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* originally appeared on the Juice soundtrack



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Get on down (repeat 3X)



Verse One: Erick Sermon



Well it`s the E wit the juice I`m down to get loose

Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots

Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump

My posse`s thick so I will never get jumped

The slayer a beast from the east I`m psycho

If I had a glove I would be Bad as Michael

Some say, yo, I sound rugged

Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap

A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker

A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar

Smokin, the E`s no jokin, so don`t trip or flip

And make a hit, so bust it

Some ain`t feel the way I do when I get wreck

No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon

On the microphone, I delight

And groovy, a California quake couldn`t move me



Get on down (repeat 4X)

It`s going down (2X)



Verse Two: PMD



No lights, no camera, but lots of action

No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson

Strictly funk flows 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 quench the sound of thumps underground

Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown

The Squad still in effect, no record skippin

Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin

Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack

Here`s a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak

Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks

From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette

But now I`m Swayze, ghost, the rap host

Who rip shows, from coast to coast



Get on down (repeat 4X)

It`s going down (2X)



Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD



Yea, back to the picture, the scene

It`s me Erick Sermon, my M-16

Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out

I can just chill, pull out the smoke out

One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid

Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It

If there`s a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep

So I can rest my head and get some sleep



While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack

It`s my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat

Guns and violence, that we don`t promote

Just takin what`s ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke

As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin

Destroyin posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange

So chill kid and act like you know

Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow



It`s going down (4X)

Get on down...

* originally appeared on the Juice soundtrack



O



Get on down (repeat 3X)



Verse One: Erick Sermon



Well it`s the E wit the juice I`m down to get loose

Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots

Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump

My posse`s thick so I will never get jumped

The slayer a beast from the east I`m psycho

If I had a glove I would be Bad as Michael

Some say, yo, I sound rugged

Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap

A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker

A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar

Smokin, the E`s no jokin, so don`t trip or flip

And make a hit, so bust it

Some ain`t feel the way I do when I get wreck

No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon

On the microphone, I delight

And groovy, a California quake couldn`t move me



Get on down (repeat 4X)

It`s going down (2X)



Verse Two: PMD



No lights, no camera, but lots of action

No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson

Strictly funk flows 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 quench the sound of thumps underground

Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown

The Squad still in effect, no record skippin

Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin

Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack

Here`s a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak

Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks

From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette

But now I`m Swayze, ghost, the rap host

Who rip shows, from coast to coast



Get on down (repeat 4X)

It`s going down (2X)



Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD



Yea, back to the picture, the scene

It`s me Erick Sermon, my M-16

Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out

I can just chill, pull out the smoke out

One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid

Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It

If there`s a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep

So I can rest my head and get some sleep



While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack

It`s my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat

Guns and violence, that we don`t promote

Just takin what`s ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke

As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin

Destroyin posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange

So chill kid and act like you know

Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow



It`s going down (4X)

Get on down...

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