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It goes lights, camera, I'm on One time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling I scream with the Beastie Boys, "What is it?" It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box
kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad No we won't stop, fuck it, call the I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle Fatman Joe you
As you the repercussions, comin' through the blaze Bust the crime scene, 'cause drama Niggaz duckin' we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two Layin' MC's out to trap, we run through, like what?
Like the marathon, flooded with the on Get my rhymin' on, EPMD shinin' on Back to Biz, new address with the fat My in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs
Off the meter, and everytime we the Tip-top and ya stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no We top the Richter
Off the meter, and everytime we the and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we rank no question We top the Scale
the techniques, E.D. fantastic Unreal GangStarr shit, Appeal Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you on To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it
I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate Hell of a jab, of gab I'm the elite, keep it like street level I rock a Rolex with a diamond bezel
Rap terror, EPMD, a new era Off the Richter Scale, hotter than ever the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin' Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" when we in
The front door, rugged, keeps our raw Make for the fans, plus the world tour Believe that, peep E and P's back Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the
Off the meter, and we reach the and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no We top the Scale
Off the meter, and everytime we the and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no We top the Scale
Yo Royal Flush-in, all my be bustin' Servin' you customers and those fake Whassup? Step to me, I you silly I'm the Kid, but no comparison to
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell? Girls lose to me when they groove to I got one life to so I'm livin' Got girls to be hittin', cars to be drivin'
We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on Like corrupt The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle
So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled wanna battle-battle Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild We flow beef so that, let that shit cease I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the
Off the meter, and we reach the Tip-top and ya stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull no question We top the Richter
Off the meter, and everytime we the Tip-top and ya stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no We top the Scale