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  • 作词 : Sermon, Smith, Troutman
    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,
    Thanks to the clientel 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 **** 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 gets busy and that's an natural fact,
    I'm like Zorro: I mark and E on your back,
    worse than that, I clown 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 E double about the microphone,
    cause we're the funky rhyme maker, puffing ? gon ****? 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
  • 作词 : Sermon, Smith, Troutman
    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,
    Thanks to the clientel 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 **** 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 gets busy and that's an natural fact,
    I'm like Zorro: I mark and E on your back,
    worse than that, I clown 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 E double about the microphone,
    cause we're the funky rhyme maker, puffing ? gon ****? 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