| It’s a fact, I’m mad hard like a jail yard
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| I’m sick, slow, call me a retard
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| Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin
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| Dark as hell, hear water drippin
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| Parrish Smith, mentally sick
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| Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz
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| Yes, the son of Sam and I’ll be godamn
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| So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man
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| The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox
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| My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock
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| Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft
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| Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast
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| Can’t stop us from buggin because we’re trippin
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| Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin
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| Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin (4x)
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| (Erick Sermon)
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| Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday
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| Call for backup, it’s Erick Sermon’s payday
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| No illusion, just mass confusion
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| Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production
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| I, the Afro American, black citizen
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| To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison
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| No one can stop me
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| Dun na na na na na, like Rocky
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| The combination, the jab, the uppercut
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| Mad footwork from the rappin' expert
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| Bust a move, I’m worth about a million cash bucks
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| Say what, damn right, shut the hell up
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| I fought MC’s word up and watch em grown up
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| Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts
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| Then I freak the funky style and I use it
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| MD and hear nothing but the music
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| (PMD)
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| What’s this, another funky hit from the Squad, kid
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| I get mad props like Sonny Crockett
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| You know it’s the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe
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| Can’t stop now (why) cuz I’m diesel
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| EPMD back in effect on your rap set
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| Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat
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| Can’t stop us from buggin because we’re trippin
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| Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin
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| (Erick Sermon)
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| Slate take two, action, the main attraction
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| (Who's Bad) I’m bad like Michael Jackson
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| Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick
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| Understand, I’m ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan
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| My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right
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| I’m teaching (P-S-Y-C-H-E) psyche
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| I’m slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground
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| Out the basement, now world renown
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| Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim
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| If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him
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| Then I freak a funky style and I use it
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| Kid, and hear nothing but the music |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Hear Nothing But The Music , by - EPMD. Song from the album Business Never Personal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп