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  • 作词 : Sermon, Smith
    Ah yeah, vacation's over
    Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
    As I say mic check,
    EPMD's in effect
    Snappin necks and cashin large checks
    As I flex then wrecks -- so
    E, what's next? [Erick Sermon]
    Shazam, let me tell you who
    I am The E-
    R-I-C-K, S-
    E-R-M-O-N
    Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
    Doin damage to the world with the
    Hurricane
    Gloria I'm serious, you can say
    I'm furious
    You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious of the rap style, not heard by the usual
    You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual [Parrish Smith]
    While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
    Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
    Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like
    Cato Gettin philosophical like the
    Greek man
    Plato (who?)
    The Greek man
    Plato (who?)
    The Greek man
    Plato But
    I'm the A.
    K.Ato flow, bro
    As you all will know,
    I do a show
    Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo
    Money in the pocket,
    Albee's hands on the ammo
    Crack the
    Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
    Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told
    Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
    So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that
    I'm bringin
    Tryin to wax
    EPMD, you be
    U.G.-in on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
    Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
    Not fiction but fact black, believe that
    Then put away your demo cause the brother is back and get the bozack..
    E.. [Erick Sermon]
    Yo, as I sing and do my thing
    I might sing
    Jane, or the whole shabang
    But if I snap, during the course of the rap
    P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
    Just to distract, til
    I'm intact
    Get my Fisherman hat, so
    I can mack
    Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
    Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
    I come correct with the context, and then next then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
    Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
    Respect! For me the
    E Double, or the emcee rap goddess
    Cause me and
    PMD we get ours regardless
    So get the bozack..
    P.. [Parrish Smith]
    Yo, time to get funky and raw
    Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like
    Gigantor Cause when we roll we come fully equipped
    Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
    Like a detenator with no ticks
    I then trip or slip or maybe flip while my
    DJ's on the mix
    Never lost a battle and if
    I did it was fixed
    You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
    Your **** ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack
    Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with
    Tommy Tucker
    Like KRS-One said, you a
    Part Time
    Sucka who works
    O.T., to be like
    The Capital
    P, the M,
    I'm like D
    To slay an emcee, on the
    S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a
    C-L-U-E So get the bozack..
    E.. [Erick Sermon]
    Yo, the MC
    Grand Royal on the micraphone
    Terrorist, mafioso, a.k.
    E Capone I'm no joke on the stroke
    I broke so don't choke
    No hopes folks,
    I quote note for note
    You mind float on the rhyme on
    I wrote (what?)
    And does the
    Wild Thing, like my boy
    Tone Loc It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole ****
    Don't catch a nitfit, because my style legit
    Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo
    A trick from the flicks master
    Wu Kung-Fu
    Equipped with the posse and the time
    I need Cock diesel like
    Rocky and
    Apollo Creed
    So get the bozack..
    P.. [Parrish Smith]
    Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin
    Scan the crowd, then start wreckin
    Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
    Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
    If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
    I pop a No-
    Doz, relax my lips and cruise past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about scheamin
    Waxin the
    P twice, you must be dreamin
    Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
    Sayin, "P got inside, I shoulda left P alone"
    Cause it's a fact, black, that when
    I'm loopin the track to lounge in the
    Danger Zone, because
    I'm back In fact,
    Jack, before
    I launch my attack
    Premeditate my assassination and come strapped
    Playin rough and tough but when
    I called your bluff
    You tried to post on the
    Micraphone
    Doctor and got snuffed
    So get the bozack
    You get the bozack
    You get the
    B-the-O-the-
    Zack Get the bozack
    KnowhatI'msayin
    E man? Brothers ridin the bozack [Erick Sermon]
    Tell them crab emcees like this, yo get the bozack, get the bozack get the bo the bo the bo, bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack [Parrish Smith]
    Yo.. I don't play..
  • 作词 : Sermon, Smith
    Ah yeah, vacation's over
    Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
    As I say mic check,
    EPMD's in effect
    Snappin necks and cashin large checks
    As I flex then wrecks -- so
    E, what's next? [Erick Sermon]
    Shazam, let me tell you who
    I am The E-
    R-I-C-K, S-
    E-R-M-O-N
    Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
    Doin damage to the world with the
    Hurricane
    Gloria I'm serious, you can say
    I'm furious
    You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious of the rap style, not heard by the usual
    You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual [Parrish Smith]
    While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
    Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
    Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like
    Cato Gettin philosophical like the
    Greek man
    Plato (who?)
    The Greek man
    Plato (who?)
    The Greek man
    Plato But
    I'm the A.
    K.Ato flow, bro
    As you all will know,
    I do a show
    Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo
    Money in the pocket,
    Albee's hands on the ammo
    Crack the
    Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
    Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told
    Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
    So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that
    I'm bringin
    Tryin to wax
    EPMD, you be
    U.G.-in on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
    Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
    Not fiction but fact black, believe that
    Then put away your demo cause the brother is back and get the bozack..
    E.. [Erick Sermon]
    Yo, as I sing and do my thing
    I might sing
    Jane, or the whole shabang
    But if I snap, during the course of the rap
    P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
    Just to distract, til
    I'm intact
    Get my Fisherman hat, so
    I can mack
    Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
    Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
    I come correct with the context, and then next then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
    Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
    Respect! For me the
    E Double, or the emcee rap goddess
    Cause me and
    PMD we get ours regardless
    So get the bozack..
    P.. [Parrish Smith]
    Yo, time to get funky and raw
    Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like
    Gigantor Cause when we roll we come fully equipped
    Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
    Like a detenator with no ticks
    I then trip or slip or maybe flip while my
    DJ's on the mix
    Never lost a battle and if
    I did it was fixed
    You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
    Your **** ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack
    Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with
    Tommy Tucker
    Like KRS-One said, you a
    Part Time
    Sucka who works
    O.T., to be like
    The Capital
    P, the M,
    I'm like D
    To slay an emcee, on the
    S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a
    C-L-U-E So get the bozack..
    E.. [Erick Sermon]
    Yo, the MC
    Grand Royal on the micraphone
    Terrorist, mafioso, a.k.
    E Capone I'm no joke on the stroke
    I broke so don't choke
    No hopes folks,
    I quote note for note
    You mind float on the rhyme on
    I wrote (what?)
    And does the
    Wild Thing, like my boy
    Tone Loc It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole ****
    Don't catch a nitfit, because my style legit
    Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo
    A trick from the flicks master
    Wu Kung-Fu
    Equipped with the posse and the time
    I need Cock diesel like
    Rocky and
    Apollo Creed
    So get the bozack..
    P.. [Parrish Smith]
    Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin
    Scan the crowd, then start wreckin
    Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
    Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
    If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
    I pop a No-
    Doz, relax my lips and cruise past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about scheamin
    Waxin the
    P twice, you must be dreamin
    Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
    Sayin, "P got inside, I shoulda left P alone"
    Cause it's a fact, black, that when
    I'm loopin the track to lounge in the
    Danger Zone, because
    I'm back In fact,
    Jack, before
    I launch my attack
    Premeditate my assassination and come strapped
    Playin rough and tough but when
    I called your bluff
    You tried to post on the
    Micraphone
    Doctor and got snuffed
    So get the bozack
    You get the bozack
    You get the
    B-the-O-the-
    Zack Get the bozack
    KnowhatI'msayin
    E man? Brothers ridin the bozack [Erick Sermon]
    Tell them crab emcees like this, yo get the bozack, get the bozack get the bo the bo the bo, bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack [Parrish Smith]
    Yo.. I don't play..