| Yeah time to put it down E
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| Time to put it down E
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| EPMD Millineum Ducats, DefCon 9, 2 G’s
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| Uh-huh, yeah
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| Yeah it’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| Ay E-Dub check it out
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| MCs out there, you better stand clear
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| EPMD is a world premier
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| From New York straight talk, America’s best
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| Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
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| Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
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| Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
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| Day mean business, no time for play
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| If you bite a line, we’ll roll your way
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| The more you bite, your body gets hot
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| Don’t get too close, because you might get shot
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| Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
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| Don’t play dumb, boy, you’re smarter than that
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| It’s my thing
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| The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'
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| Good friends already bitin', without you knowin'
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| Can’t understand, why your body’s gettin' weaker
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| Then you realize it’s the voice from the speaker
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| The mind become delirious, situation serious
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| Don’t get ill, go and get curious
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| 'Nuff about that, let’s get on to somethin' better
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| And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
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| And if you want some water, I’ll get you a cup
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| And if you don’t want it then burn the hell up
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| I’m tellin' you now boy you ain’t jack
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| Talkin' much junk like Mr. T has your back
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| But he’s not, so don’t act cute
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| 'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
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| It’s my thing
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| As the song goes on you will notice a change
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| The way I throw down, the way I say my name
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| The mic that I’m packin' is flame resistant
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| So MC be cool, and keep your distance
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| When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me
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| I park my mic in my holst', and then I yell freeze…
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| Music please
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| Ah, where was I? |
| Oh yes
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| Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
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| Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it
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| Emotion is strong like the mind of a psychic
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| The mind is weary, floatin' like a dove
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| Sweatin' a thing like if you was makin' love
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| Control the crowd, so they can accept it
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| Total concentration is the perfect method
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| It’s my thing
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| The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
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| The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
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| I perfect and eject, make MCs sweat
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| Take 'em off on the mic then I tell 'em step
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| Not waiting or debating, 'cause MCs keep hating
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| Play me too close like two dogs mating
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| Now let’s get on with the rest of the lesson
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| Don’t really like it when suckers start messin'
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| Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud
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| Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd
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| You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
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| You get quiet and stuff like you was at a wake
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| In the beginnin', you knew you wasn’t winnin'
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| Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'
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| Kinda upset boy -- I understand
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| You lost again -- I won, god damn
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| It’s my thing
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| My funky fresh lyrics put you in the spirit
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| I speak a little louder for you suckers can’t hear it
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| The rhymes I designed are right on time
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| And at the crowd on my mic flash a danger sign
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| 'Cause I’m the Thriller of Manila, MC cold killer
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| Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller
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| MCs cold clockin' 'til the party’s through
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| Then they tap me on my shoulder and say «This Bud’s for you»
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| To be a real MC you can’t be obedient
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| To be smooth is the main ingredient
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| You have to be silky like a Milky Way
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| To be able to make it work you rest and play
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| I control the pace of the rate the rhymes goin'
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| Hydraulically jacked is the way they’re flowin'
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| Slow yes, just like they’re awed
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| The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth
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| While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin'
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| MD is on the mic, you know I’m only beginnin'
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| Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess
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| Scored 110 on my MC test
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| My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
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| When I grab the mic MCs get frightened
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| I’m dangerous, I need a cross and bones
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| Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
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| What I mean by lounge I don’t mean bitin', huh
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| You mess around, and we’ll be fightin'
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| It’s alright if you bite, but don’t recite
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| Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain’t right
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| But until just chill to the next episode
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| Donald J, yo, release the code
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| It’s my thing
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| Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
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| All the way live, 2 Gs, 2 Gs, 5 Gs
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| New legacy |