EPMD lyrics

EPMD lyrics

"The Fan lyrics"

What We've Become lyrics
VERSE 1 Sister Diane Loved her boyfriend They killed another girl 'cause She was havin' sex with him Sister Melissa At her high school prom She killed her baby boy Suffocated in the girls room BREAK: VERSE 2 Sister Susan Needed affection Was loosin' her boyfriend and she Couldn't handle the
[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
Once In A Blue Moon lyrics
The room is empty The lights are dim And my heart wonders If I'll ever see you again My tears are hungry For an open door When your arms held me I never felt that way before I'll be waiting I'll be watching Under a blue moon The taste of heaven Only happens Once in a blue
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 w
Tapeworm lyrics
When I was a child they made me read word-daggers of quiver and squirm now in the stumbling dark I see I am a worm silently fruiting your garden my sister my child night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose control and the vortex suc
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