Tytuł: The fan

• Wykonawca: EPMD
• Wyświetleń: 400

  
   [Erick Sermon]
  Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up
  Yo, yo-yo.. YO
  
  Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's durin my leisure
  time I spend to do em in
  The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
  When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
  Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
  and jail cats get rep to it
  You get, by on record but you wack on stage
  So I'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  That's why we roll with the big boys
  with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
  shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
  in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
  potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
  As I, dust bust, crush and rush
  Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
  So yo, what's the deally for really
  We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
  So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie
  
  Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)
  
  Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
  I know you was a fan of mine
  I know you was a fan of mine
  Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
  P and I stomp those who get courageous
  And microphones get rocked on stages
  Any book or mag, we on a few pages
  Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
  I swear, cause we take it there
  Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
  Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
  Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
  God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
  Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
  It's been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
  Wack MC's we straight stunnin
  when we roll up, unexpected, undetected
  Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected
  
  Chorus
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Word yeah, tell em P, yo
  I never seen y'all before, when I came through
  with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew
  Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
  Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
  E-Dub, no one replacin me
  If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
  Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases
  I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone
  News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
  And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
  Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash
  So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin'?_
  In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin
  to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys
  EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally