Текст песни Epmd - You Gots to Chill 97, слова песни Epmd

Текст песни Epmd - You Gots to Chill 97

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Verse one: erick sermonAs I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.sI wouldnt take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rapAnd if you disrespect me, its the big paybackThe e double e is my name, I spell, things to decline I tellMy squad rocks well, Im in your hood, comin through like mudChromed out, beamed out, in a all black truckYou a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the flyest whipsGot the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dippedNo matter what the steez, Im equippedVerse two: pmdWell my name is m-d, Im known as the motivator, funky beat makerNew jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhymes a toyNever sweatin no click , why p? , cause Im a b-boyWhen we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed banditScratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world knowNow, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit back and relaxOf course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the backAlways calm under pressure, no need to act illListen when I tell you boy, you gots to chillVerse three: erick sermonI be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dudeWant to play me and my crew, thats rude, Im dopeWhen I get down to the beat, Im raw, I keep it hardcore for the streetsMy tracks a miracle drug for thugs in this club[p] yo e, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up? Im the big bear, some of yall are baby cubs, talkin large money whenI see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soulPack heat in my pants when its time to rollVerse four: pmdWell its p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit eWhen we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shineJewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand showsFaced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the tape inCause when we come around, we always come wit the flavorUnderground hardcore funk, than what we gave youOr give you, ayyio whats next on the menu, business to take 2sStadium and venues, wit e, and Im the microphone doctorAnd the capital e, capital p, capital m, d, its no doubt, the world shockerHit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tellYou boy, you gots to chillVerse five: erick sermonYo, Im in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrowAmazed like wow, e and p return like d, last dragon to show m.c. justWhats happening, I get biz and thats an natural fact, Im like zoroI mark and e on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstasSay somethin to them, and run right through themVerse six: pmdIm makin crazy gs, politicin on my mobile phone, d doubleAbout the microphone, cause were the funky rhyme makerPuffing ? gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hatI grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackinFingers snappin, toes tappin, and when its time to roll, uzi patrolStill packin, epmd, the mics are only friend, took a break for a whileAnd now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better comePreparedEpmd is takin all the shares, you gots to chill

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