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Verse One: Erick Sermon

As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.`s

I wouldn`t take a chance keep quiet while the m.c. rap

And if you disrespect me it`s the big payback

The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell

My squad rocks well I`m in your hood comin through like mud

Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck

You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest

whips

Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped

No matter what the steez, I`m equipped

Verse Two: PMD

Well my name is M-D, I`m known as the motivator, funky beat maker

New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme`s a toy

Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I`m a b-boy

When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit

Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know

Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax

Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back

Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill

Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

Verse Three: Erick Sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude

Want to play me and my crew, that`s rude, I`m dope

When I get down to the beat, I`m raw, I keep it hardcore for the

streets

My track`s a miracle drug for thugs in this club

[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?

I`m the big bear, some of y`all are baby cubs, talkin large money when

I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul

Pack heat in my pants when it`s time to roll

Verse Four: PMD

Well it`s P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow

wit E

When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine

Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows

Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in

Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor

Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you

Or give you, ayyio what`s next on the menu, business to take 2`s

Stadium and venues, wit E, and I`m the microphone doctor

And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it`s no doubt, the world

shocker

Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell

You boy, you gots to chill

Verse Five: Erick Sermon

Yo, I`m in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow

Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just

What`s happening, I get biz and that`s an natural fact, I`m like Zoro

I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe

gangstas

Say somethin to them, and run right through them

Verse Six: PMD

I`m makin crazy G`s, politicin on my mobile phone, D double

About the microphone, cause we`re the funky rhyme maker

Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat

I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin

Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it`s 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 is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

Verse One: Erick Sermon

As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.`s

I wouldn`t take a chance keep quiet while the m.c. rap

And if you disrespect me it`s the big payback

The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell

My squad rocks well I`m in your hood comin through like mud

Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck

You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest

whips

Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped

No matter what the steez, I`m equipped

Verse Two: PMD

Well my name is M-D, I`m known as the motivator, funky beat maker

New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme`s a toy

Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I`m a b-boy

When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit

Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know

Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax

Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back

Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill

Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

Verse Three: Erick Sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude

Want to play me and my crew, that`s rude, I`m dope

When I get down to the beat, I`m raw, I keep it hardcore for the

streets

My track`s a miracle drug for thugs in this club

[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?

I`m the big bear, some of y`all are baby cubs, talkin large money when

I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul

Pack heat in my pants when it`s time to roll

Verse Four: PMD

Well it`s P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow

wit E

When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine

Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows

Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in

Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor

Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you

Or give you, ayyio what`s next on the menu, business to take 2`s

Stadium and venues, wit E, and I`m the microphone doctor

And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it`s no doubt, the world

shocker

Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell

You boy, you gots to chill

Verse Five: Erick Sermon

Yo, I`m in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow

Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just

What`s happening, I get biz and that`s an natural fact, I`m like Zoro

I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe

gangstas

Say somethin to them, and run right through them

Verse Six: PMD

I`m makin crazy G`s, politicin on my mobile phone, D double

About the microphone, cause we`re the funky rhyme maker

Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat

I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin

Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it`s 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 is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

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