Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The Bozack, artist - EPMD. Album song Out Of Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Get The Bozack |
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 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 quote 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. |