Check one    [Erick Sermon]  Uh-huh  Yeah, aww yeah, uhh"Richter Scale"  It goes lights, camera, action I'm on  One more time to kill em, my rap flow is fulfilling  I scream with the Beastie Boys -- What time is it?  It's two o'clock, you gettin knocked out the box  then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad  no we won't stop, fuck it call the cops (uh-huh)  I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks  I'm the principle, Fatman Joe y'know    [Parrish Smith]  As you suffer the repercussions, comin through the blaze  bust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggaz duckin  When we come through, throwin the jab, in the one-two  Layin MC's out to trap, when we run through (like what?)  Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on  Get my rhymin on, PMD fuckin shinin on  Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib  My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs    Chorus: Erick Sermon    Off the meter, and everytime we reach the  tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question  We top the"Richter Scale"  *repeat 2X*    [Erick Sermon]  Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic  Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal  Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on  to get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it  I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown  Hell of a jab, gift to gab  I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level  I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel    [Parrish Smith]  Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era  Off the richter scale, blowin hotter than ever  with the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin  Lost your mind and said, "Shit!!" when we barged in  the front door door, rugged, keeps our shit raw raw  Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour  Believe that, peep that E and P's back  Wreckin heads daily, so chill and Get the Bozack    Chorus    [Erick Sermon]  Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin  Servin you Customers and those fake hustlers  Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly  I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy  I ain't scared of you motherfuckers -- can't you tell?  Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell, uhh  I got one life to live so I'm livin  Got girls to be hittin more cars to be drivin    [Parrish Smith]  We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break  No moves are fake, no warnin shots fired blastin on crews like corrupt Jakes  The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers  More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer  So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle  Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin through, like wild cattle  We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease  I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece    Chorus