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作词 : Roger Troutman/Erick Sermon/Lou Gramm/Mick Jones/Larry Troutman/Parrish J. Smith 作曲 : Roger Troutman/Erick Sermon/Lou Gramm/Mick Jones/Larry Troutman/Parrish J. Smith Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Equipped with the rap microchip Program, aptitude, one mo' return, aww(****) My face in the magazines, showin' my eyes green(Chill) Chill, freshly dipped when I'm seenYo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-DoubleI pack a Mac-10 just in case of trouble Hot like a handle on a pot, I'm steamin' Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman I'm the original, my style's deformed So it can sound crazy ill when I performYeah, check one two mic supreme EPMD, the rap American Dream TeamThe E- Double's definitely no joke You can't see me, even with a microscope I'm massive ****, funky, who's deffer Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest Hardcore rhymin', yeah, that's the ticket Buckwhylin', rough enough for Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Back up, boy, move easy with the hand motion Don't even blink kid, or I'ma start smokin' The glock hammer's cocked with the speed shot Twelve shots, the bust target is the brown fox So call me smooth talk, rhyme jaywalk with the slang talk B-boy fanatic, straight from New YorkThe foundation, landmark of the rap scene EPMD in effect, I'm clockin' mad green Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss HogGirl was runnin' wild, ate her like a corndog Four mics are ready to flow in slow mo' Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes(Yeah) Hard, you get scarred, messin' with the Hit SquadSlide easy or catch a bull shucks charge No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill Get the Macadamians, and oh yeah kid, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah Rough enough to break New YorkFrom Long Island Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill...
