| Peace to Chuck
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| Chuck D
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| Yeah, uhh
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| You’re not tellin em huh? |
| Yeah
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| They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car
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| People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
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| When I’m supreme rap star, they all know me
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| E.D., when I flash the greens on TV
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| MC’s be robbin me, of my technique
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| The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound
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| And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock
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| Of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater
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| OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick
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| Hollywood niggas, put it down spit some hype shit
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| EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars
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| With the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors
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| Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us
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| Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son)
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| The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox
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| Def Jam’s off the meter yo, this shit is hot
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| Chorus: EPMD
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| Never seen before, or heard before
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| The uncut raw
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| I’m Erick Sermon
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| and I’m Parrish Smith
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| Check it, now I’m back with the flyest material
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| Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial
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| My mic’s deadly, so I scratched off the serial
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| And stashed it, until I have to kill at will
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| Keep it movin, yes it’s me in the flesh
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| It’s no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions
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| Whatever, I’m Smokin Joe when it comes to rap
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| I’m a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I’m good
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| Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
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| The inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
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| Damn skippy I’m tipsy, high like a hippie
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| Don’t take drinks from strangers cause niggas slip mickies
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| That’s why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U
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| I-C-E so chill and bust the debut
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| In rare form the false alarm’s the Mic Don’s
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| Back in effect, snap that neck, the P’s gone
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| Never say never
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| What? |
| EPMD’s back together
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| And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater
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| Flip the ill slick flow (flow)
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| Watch us throw (throw)
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| down with the other brothers toe to toe
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| And if ya slow ya blow
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| That’s why we comin with the ammo
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| Yo ten year veterans
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| A thousand rap sessions
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| Yeah the hard rockers
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| The crowd shockers
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| The head knockers
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| Yeah EPMD’s off the rockers
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| Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah
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| Dude whassup
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| Yeah that was dope, word up
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| EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh…
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| Sample this shit, word up! |