Tytuł: It's going down

• Wykonawca: EPMD
• Wyświetleń: 512

  
   Owww!
  
  Get on down (repeat 3X)
  
  Verse One: Erick Sermon
  
  Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
  Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
  Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
  My posse's thick, so I will never get jumped
  The slayer, a beast from the east, I'm psycho
  If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael
  Some say, yo, I sound rugged
  Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap
  A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
  A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar
  Smokin, the E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip
  And make a hit, so bust it
  Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck
  No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon
  On the microphone, I delight
  And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me
  
  Get on down (repeat 4X)
  It's going down (2X)
  
  Verse Two: PMD
  
  No lights, no camera, but lots of action
  No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson
  Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop
  State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot
  Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
  black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static
  EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground
  Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
  The Squad still in effect, no record skippin
  Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
  Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack
  Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak
  Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
  From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
  But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host
  Who rip shows, from coast to coast
  
  Get on down (repeat 4X)
  It's going down (2X)
  
  Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD
  
  Yea, back to the picture, the scene
  It's me Erick Sermon, my M-16
  Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
  I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
  One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
  Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It
  If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep
  So I can rest my head and get some sleep
  
  While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack
  It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
  Guns and violence, that we don't promote
  Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke
  As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin
  Destroyin posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange
  So chill kid and act like you know
  Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow
  
  It's going down (4X)
  Get on down...