| The employees of the year, yeah we’re back to work
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| I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked
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| Due to the fact that they’re wack and their tracks
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| Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
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| The ingredients. |
| .. EPMD and Scratch for that. |
| ..
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| Yo, I’m the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
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| Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor
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| One wrecks, the other destroys
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| And if you think that you’re ready to mess (kill the noise)
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| We don’t play when it’s time to slay
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| I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay
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| back and mack and all the rhymes I pack
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| And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack
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| Well, I’m known to be the master in the MC field
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| No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
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| Cause I produce and get loose, when it’s time to perform
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| Wax a sucker like Mop &Glow (that's word born)
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| Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
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| And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment
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| Cause I’m the cream of the crop when it’s time to do a show
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| Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
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| As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker
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| Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka
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| To the ladies. |
| .. and all party goers
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| Some call me freak, and others slow flower
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| Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel
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| So what you sayin?
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| So what you sayin?
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| Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
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| Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
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| MC’s, are jumpin out shoes and socks
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| I’m not playin, understand what I’m sayin
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| Catch a sucker in my way, and I’m slayin
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| Takin no shorts, so I’m vital sign
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| You can tell by my lines that I’m gettin mines
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| in eighty-nine, because I’m fine as wine
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| Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine
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| Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll
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| Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl
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| What I chose I refuse to slack while I’m back
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| I take a chance jack, so I must attack
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| With knick knack paddywack so I won’t lack
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| Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack
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| While I’m slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame
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| Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin
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| Cause with a partner like E Double don’t come a dime a dozen
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| A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
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| Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics
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| Brothers on my jock while I’m kickin ballistics
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| Droppin hits like I’m Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more
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| The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard)
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| People round town talkin this and that
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| Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
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| Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
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| Thirty days later, the LP went gold
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| So what you sayin
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| So what you sayin
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| Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
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| Now party people it’s time for the exquisite
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| No knock knock who that over there or who is it It’s the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
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| No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
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| So hot, so you can say I’m blazin
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| Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am
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| Sooooooo amazing, and I’ve been waiting
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| For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double
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| Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple
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| I fight fire with fire, that’s why most retired
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| And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired
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| Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin
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| In an all out battle, P comes out swingin
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| Cause I’m just that type of brother that’s out to get mines
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| And if the odds against me, I still drop lines
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| and get mines on time that’s why most resign
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| Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline
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| Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime
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| Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine
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| So what you sayin
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| So what you sayin |