Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Hear Nothing But The Music, artist - EPMD. Album song Business Never Personal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Can't Hear Nothing But The Music |
It’s a fact, I’m mad hard like a jail yard |
I’m sick, slow, call me a retard |
Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin |
Dark as hell, hear water drippin |
Parrish Smith, mentally sick |
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz |
Yes, the son of Sam and I’ll be godamn |
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man |
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox |
My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock |
Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft |
Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast |
Can’t stop us from buggin because we’re trippin |
Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin |
Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin (4x) |
(Erick Sermon) |
Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday |
Call for backup, it’s Erick Sermon’s payday |
No illusion, just mass confusion |
Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production |
I, the Afro American, black citizen |
To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison |
No one can stop me |
Dun na na na na na, like Rocky |
The combination, the jab, the uppercut |
Mad footwork from the rappin' expert |
Bust a move, I’m worth about a million cash bucks |
Say what, damn right, shut the hell up |
I fought MC’s word up and watch em grown up |
Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts |
Then I freak the funky style and I use it |
MD and hear nothing but the music |
(PMD) |
What’s this, another funky hit from the Squad, kid |
I get mad props like Sonny Crockett |
You know it’s the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe |
Can’t stop now (why) cuz I’m diesel |
EPMD back in effect on your rap set |
Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat |
Can’t stop us from buggin because we’re trippin |
Can’t hear nothing but the music, I’m slippin |
(Erick Sermon) |
Slate take two, action, the main attraction |
(Who's Bad) I’m bad like Michael Jackson |
Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick |
Understand, I’m ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan |
My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right |
I’m teaching (P-S-Y-C-H-E) psyche |
I’m slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground |
Out the basement, now world renown |
Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim |
If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him |
Then I freak a funky style and I use it |
Kid, and hear nothing but the music |