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..
