Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's My Thing, artist - EPMD.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's My Thing |
Yeah time to put it down E |
Time to put it down E |
EPMD Millineum Ducats, DefCon 9, 2 G’s |
Uh-huh, yeah |
Yeah it’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all |
It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all |
It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all |
Ay E-Dub check it out |
MCs out there, you better stand clear |
EPMD is a world premier |
From New York straight talk, America’s best |
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest |
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap |
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped |
Day mean business, no time for play |
If you bite a line, we’ll roll your way |
The more you bite, your body gets hot |
Don’t get too close, because you might get shot |
Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat |
Don’t play dumb, boy, you’re smarter than that |
It’s my thing |
The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin' |
Good friends already bitin', without you knowin' |
Can’t understand, why your body’s gettin' weaker |
Then you realize it’s the voice from the speaker |
The mind become delirious, situation serious |
Don’t get ill, go and get curious |
'Nuff about that, let’s get on to somethin' better |
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater |
And if you want some water, I’ll get you a cup |
And if you don’t want it then burn the hell up |
I’m tellin' you now boy you ain’t jack |
Talkin' much junk like Mr. T has your back |
But he’s not, so don’t act cute |
'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits |
It’s my thing |
As the song goes on you will notice a change |
The way I throw down, the way I say my name |
The mic that I’m packin' is flame resistant |
So MC be cool, and keep your distance |
When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me |
I park my mic in my holst', and then I yell freeze… |
Music please |
Ah, where was I? |
Oh yes |
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest |
Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it |
Emotion is strong like the mind of a psychic |
The mind is weary, floatin' like a dove |
Sweatin' a thing like if you was makin' love |
Control the crowd, so they can accept it |
Total concentration is the perfect method |
It’s my thing |
The wack I subtract, the strong I attack |
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back |
I perfect and eject, make MCs sweat |
Take 'em off on the mic then I tell 'em step |
Not waiting or debating, 'cause MCs keep hating |
Play me too close like two dogs mating |
Now let’s get on with the rest of the lesson |
Don’t really like it when suckers start messin' |
Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud |
Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd |
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake |
You get quiet and stuff like you was at a wake |
In the beginnin', you knew you wasn’t winnin' |
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin' |
Kinda upset boy -- I understand |
You lost again -- I won, god damn |
It’s my thing |
My funky fresh lyrics put you in the spirit |
I speak a little louder for you suckers can’t hear it |
The rhymes I designed are right on time |
And at the crowd on my mic flash a danger sign |
'Cause I’m the Thriller of Manila, MC cold killer |
Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller |
MCs cold clockin' 'til the party’s through |
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say «This Bud’s for you» |
To be a real MC you can’t be obedient |
To be smooth is the main ingredient |
You have to be silky like a Milky Way |
To be able to make it work you rest and play |
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes goin' |
Hydraulically jacked is the way they’re flowin' |
Slow yes, just like they’re awed |
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth |
While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin' |
MD is on the mic, you know I’m only beginnin' |
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess |
Scored 110 on my MC test |
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license |
When I grab the mic MCs get frightened |
I’m dangerous, I need a cross and bones |
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone |
What I mean by lounge I don’t mean bitin', huh |
You mess around, and we’ll be fightin' |
It’s alright if you bite, but don’t recite |
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain’t right |
But until just chill to the next episode |
Donald J, yo, release the code |
It’s my thing |
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats |
All the way live, 2 Gs, 2 Gs, 5 Gs |
New legacy |