| Ah yeah, vacation’s over |
| Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover |
| As I say mic check, epmd’s in effect |
| Snappin necks and cashin large checks |
| As I flex then wrecks -- so e, what’s next? |
| Shazam, let me tell you who I am |
| The e-r-i-c-k, s-e-r-m-o-n |
| Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior |
| Doin damage to the world with the hurricane gloria |
| I’m serious, you can say I’m furious |
| You’re sayin in your mind, «who is he? «because you’re curious |
| Of the rap style, not heard by the usual |
| You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual |
| While I’m makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin |
| Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin |
| Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like cato |
| Gettin philosophical like the greek man plato (who?) |
| The greek man plato (who?) the greek man plato |
| But I’m the a.k.ato flow, bro |
| As you all will know, I do a show |
| Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo |
| Money in the pocket, albee’s hands on the ammo |
| Crack the olde gold, as we roll and stroll |
| Don’t play bold sucker, cause you was told |
| Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold |
| So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that I’m bringin |
| Tryin to wax epmd, you be u.g.-in |
| On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack |
| Because your rhyme’s mediocre but your tracks are wack |
| Not fiction but fact black, believe that |
| Then put away your demo cause the brother is back |
| And get the bozack. e. |
| Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing |
| Jane, or the whole shabang |
| But if I snap, during the course of the rap |
| P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap |
| Just to distract, til I’m intact |
| Get my fisherman hat, so I can mack |
| Groove to the rhythm of a funky track |
| Like («yo, you smack me and I’ll smack you back») |
| I come correct with the context, and then next |
| Then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex |
| Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy |
| (r-e-s-p-e-c-t) respect! |
| For me the e double, or the emcee rap goddess |
| Cause me and pmd we get ours regardless |
| So get the bozack. p. |
| Yo, time to get funky and raw |
| Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like gigantor |
| Cause when we roll we come fully equipped |
| Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips |
| Like a detenator with no ticks I then trip or slip |
| Or maybe flip while my dj’s on the mix |
| Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed |
| You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat |
| Your shit ain’t pumpin and your rhymes are wack |
| Cause you’re a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with tommy tucker |
| Like krs-one said, you a part time sucka |
| Who works o.t., to be like |
| The capital p, the m, I’m like d |
| To slay an emcee, on the s-p-o-t |
| Leave without a motive or a c-l-u-e |
| So get the bozack. e. |
| Yo, the mc grand royal on the micraphone |
| Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. e capone |
| I’m no joke on the stroke I broke so don’t choke |
| No hopes folks, I «e note for note |
| You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?) |
| And does the wild thing, like my boy tone loc |
| It’s equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit |
| Don’t catch a nitfit, because my style legit |
| Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo |
| A trick from the flicks master wu kung-fu |
| Equipped with the posse and the time I need |
| Cock diesel like rocky and apollo creed |
| So get the bozack. p. |
| Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin |
| Scan the crowd, then start wreckin |
| Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop |
| Cause if you’re slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped |
| If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos |
| I pop a no-doz, relax my lips and cruise |
| Past a pooh putt’n sucka whose all about scheamin |
| Waxin the p twice, you must be dreamin |
| Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam |
| Sayin, «p got inside, I shoulda left p alone» |
| Cause it’s a fact, black, that when I’m loopin the track |
| To lounge in the danger zone, because I’m back |
| In fact, jack, before I launch my attack |
| Premeditate my assassination and come strapped |
| Playin rough and tough but when I called your bluff |
| You tried to post on the micraphone doctor and got snuffed |
| So get the bozack |
| You get the bozack |
| You get the b-the-o-the-zack |
| Get the bozack |
| Knowhati’msayin e man? |
| Brothers ridin the bozack |
| Tell them crab emcees like this, yo |
| Get the bozack, get the bozack |
| Get the bo the bo the bo, bozack |
| Get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack |
| Get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack |
| Yo. I don’t play. |
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