* versions on "Greatest Hits" differ from the original recordings (Parrish Smith) Yeah, vacation's over As I say mic check, in eighty-nine, time to wreck Tellin all the sucker crab MC's to step EPMD's in effect Snappin necks and cashin large checks, youknowhatI'msayin? And we gonna do it somethin like this (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 worse than 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 A rare rap style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, so 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?) Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro As you all well 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) 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 a slap 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 slap me and I'll slap you back") I come correct with the context.. flex.. 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 slap me and I'll slap you back") I come correct with the context.. and then vex and then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex And 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 Stompin out posses (like who?) like Gigantor Cause when I roll I 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 the 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 says, you a Part Time Sucka who works O.T., to be like me 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) The MC Grand Royal on the microphone 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 Scanned 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 snooze, 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 schemein Wax the P twice, you must be dreamin Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam Sayin deep down 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 Cause your words are uttered, your wack style is cluttered Tried to step to the E and the P and got smug You get the bo-zack Yo, get the bozack Yeah, get the bozack (knahmean?) Yeah, get the BOZACK (Erick Sermon) Uh-huh, yeah (Parrish Smith) The B, the O, the Z Get the BOZACK (Erick Sermon) Hahhh, yeah (EPMD) get the bozack, get the bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack get the bozack, get the bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack (Erick Sermon) Get the bozack The bozack punk, word up (Parrish Smith) Yo, I don't play
* versions on "Greatest Hits" differ from the original recordings (Parrish Smith) Yeah, vacation's over As I say mic check, in eighty-nine, time to wreck Tellin all the sucker crab MC's to step EPMD's in effect Snappin necks and cashin large checks, youknowhatI'msayin? And we gonna do it somethin like this (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 worse than 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 A rare rap style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, so 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?) Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro As you all well 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) 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 a slap 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 slap me and I'll slap you back") I come correct with the context.. flex.. 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 slap me and I'll slap you back") I come correct with the context.. and then vex and then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex And 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 Stompin out posses (like who?) like Gigantor Cause when I roll I 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 the 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 says, you a Part Time Sucka who works O.T., to be like me 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) The MC Grand Royal on the microphone 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 Scanned 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 snooze, 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 schemein Wax the P twice, you must be dreamin Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam Sayin deep down 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 Cause your words are uttered, your wack style is cluttered Tried to step to the E and the P and got smug You get the bo-zack Yo, get the bozack Yeah, get the bozack (knahmean?) Yeah, get the BOZACK (Erick Sermon) Uh-huh, yeah (Parrish Smith) The B, the O, the Z Get the BOZACK (Erick Sermon) Hahhh, yeah (EPMD) get the bozack, get the bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack get the bozack, get the bozack get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack (Erick Sermon) Get the bozack The bozack punk, word up (Parrish Smith) Yo, I don't play
