| Ah yeah, vacation’s over
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| Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
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| As I say mic check, EPMD’s in effect
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| Snappin necks and cashin large checks
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| As I flex then wrecks -- so E, what’s next?
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| Shazam, let me tell you who I am Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
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| Doin damage to the world with the Hurricane Gloria
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| I’m serious, you can say I’m furious
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| You’re sayin in your mind, Who is he? |
| because you’re curious
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| of the rap style, not heard by the usual
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| You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
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| While I’m makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
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| Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
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| Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
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| Gettin philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?)
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| The Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
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| But I’m the A.K.Ato flow, bro
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| As you all will know, I do a show
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| Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo
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| Money in the pocket, Albee’s hands on the ammo
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| Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
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| Don’t play bold sucker, cause you was told
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| Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
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| So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that I’m bringin
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| Tryin to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
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| on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
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| Because your rhyme’s mediocre but your tracks are wack
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| Not fiction but fact black, believe that
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| Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
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| and get the bozack. |
| E.
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| Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing
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| Jane, or the whole shabang
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| But if I snap, during the course of the rap
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| P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
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| Just to distract, til I’m intact
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| Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack
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| Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
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| Like (Yo, you smack me and I’ll smack you back)
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| I come correct with the context, and then next
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| then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
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| Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy
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| (R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
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| For me the E Double, or the emcee rap goddess
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| Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless
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| So get the bozack. |
| P.
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| Yo, time to get funky and raw
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| Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like Gigantor
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| Cause when we roll we come fully equipped
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| Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
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| Like a detenator with no ticks I then trip or slip
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| or maybe flip while my DJ’s on the mix
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| Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
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| You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
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| Your shit ain’t pumpin and your rhymes are wack
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| Cause you’re a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
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| Like KRS-One said, you a Part Time Sucka
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| who works O.T., to be like
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| The Capital P, the M, I’m like D To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
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| Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E
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| So get the bozack. |
| E.
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| Yo, the MC Grand Royal on the micraphone
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| Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. |
| E Capone
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| I’m no joke on the stroke I broke so don’t choke
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| No hopes folks, I quote note for note
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| You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
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| And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
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| It’s equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
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| Don’t catch a nitfit, because my style legit
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| Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo
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| A trick from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
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| Equipped with the posse and the time I need
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| Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
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| So get the bozack. |
| P.
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| Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin
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| Scan the crowd, then start wreckin
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| Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
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| Cause if you’re slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
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| If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
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| I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise
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| past a pooh putt’n sucka whose all about scheamin
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| Waxin the P twice, you must be dreamin
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| Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
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| Sayin, P got inside, I shoulda left P alone
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| Cause it’s a fact, black, that when I’m loopin the track
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| to lounge in the Danger Zone, because I’m back
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| In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack
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| Premeditate my assassination and come strapped
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| Playin rough and tough but when I called your bluff
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| You tried to post on the Micraphone Doctor and got snuffed
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| So get the bozack
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| You get the bozack
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| You get the B-the-O-the-Zack
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| Get the bozack
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| KnowhatI’msayin E man?
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| Brothers ridin the bozack
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| Tell them crab emcees like this, yo get the bozack, get the bozack
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| get the bo the bo the bo, bozack
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| get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
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| get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
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| Yo. |
| I don’t play. |