Check 1, 2
(专辑: Out Of Business - 1999)
EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin.. Check it, uh-huh, YO It's E-Dub on the
microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the
male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome On safety, spike the
mic in the
end zone This here ain't the
average shit, you used to Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft Why you wanna fuck with the
boss? Where should I
start? Breaking MC's or shattering charts? It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the
purple heart The
go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the
shitter So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo Funky Piano, van like the
fucking tano[?] With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo Break down dismantle when I
scramble I
just get down, and I
go for mines Say check 1, 2
and run down the
line (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) Don't get too close because you might get shot [x2] Uhh, yo, ey, and yo EPMD, fucking with us is bad news Me and you got different views What you might say is dope, I
say's not What I
might call whack, you'll call hot The
best thing for you, is to think and hope Or get choked, and hung with The
Velvet Rope Cause you too theatrical, mess around And end up smacking you, jacking you, attacking you That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the
cash Double beaucoup, just ripping up mics, is what my crew do Whatever suits you, pull out the
burner, fuck the
shoot through Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the
two-two Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on baseline Run with the
unseen potential to be on Dateline I
don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I
pace mine Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the
vets? We've been doing this shit, since Dear Yvette, check I
make shit that make you wanna smack your producer And ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead And walk around leaking, in the
bed for the
weekend For playing with the
last Mohican Madi gon[?] that's fuck you in Puerto Rican Keep quiet when you hear grown men speaking Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the
shit is serious Delirious, that's how we leave cats and niggas curious The
true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin Big like Dog 40 and the
Dutch from the
7-11 I'm danger like Norris the
Texas Ranger The
mic strangler, PMD, the
fucking Head Banger Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill Pump a
nine on the
reg behind penitentiary steel I
just get down, and I
go for mines Say check 1, 2
and run down the
line (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) Don't get too close because you might get shot [x2]