It's Going Down
(专辑: Business Never Personal - 1992)
Owww! Get on down... 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... It's going down It's going down 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... It's going down It's going down 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... Get on down...