M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From

New York

straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest

The style

of the rap makes your hands clap Take care sucker 'cause the lines

are

strapped They mean business no time for play If you bite a line they

blow

you away The more you bite your body gets hot Don't get too cold

because you

might get shot Knowin' that my rhyme's like a poisonous rat Don't play

dumb

boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps

the

rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you knowin' You

can't

understand why your body's gettin' weaker Then you realize it's the

voice

from the speaker The mind becomes delirious Situation serious Don't

get ill,

go and get curious Enough about that, let's get on to somethin' better

And if

it gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water,

I'll get

you a cup And if you don't wantit, then burn the hell up I'm tellin'

ya now,

boy, you ain't jack Talkin' that junk like Mr. T is your back But he's

not So

don't act cute 'Cause if we do, you in high pursuit It's my thing

As the song

goes on, you will notice a change The way I throw down, the way I say

my name

The mike that I'm packin' is flame resistant So M.C.s be cool, and

keep your

distance When I walk into the party, girls are screamin' at me I park

my mike

in my holst' and the I yell, "Freeze" Music please Oh, where was I?

Oh, yes

Say a def rhyme then I burn the rest Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can

tell

that you li