[Erick Sermon]  EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin..    Check it, uh-huh, YO  It's E-Dub on the microphone  My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome  Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome  on safety, spike the mic in the endzone  This here ain't the average shit, you used to  Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you  So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft  Why you wanna fuck with the boss?    [Parrish Smith]  Where should I start? Breakin MC's or shatterin charts?  It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart  The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er  Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter  So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo  +Funky Piano+, van like the fuckin ?tano?  with more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo  Break down dismantle when I scramble    Chorus: Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith) *repeat 2X*    I just get down, and I go for mines  Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line  (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)  Don't get too close because you might get shot    [Erick Sermon]  Uhh, yo, ey, and yo  EPMD, fuckin with us is bad news  Me and you got different views  What you might say is dope, I say's not  What I might call wack, you'll call hot  The best thing for you, is to think and hope  or get choked, and hung with +The Velvet Rope+  Cause you too theatrical, mess around  and end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you    [Parrish Smith]  That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash  double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do  Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through  roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two  or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline  I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline  Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline  I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine    [Erick Sermon]  Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?  We've been doin this shit, since _Dear Yvette_, check  I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer  and ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead  and walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend  for playin with the last Mohican  ?Madi gon? - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican  Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin    [Parrish Smith]  Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious  Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious  The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin  Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11  I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger  The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin _Head Banger_  Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill  Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel    Chorus