Epmd

Chill...
Yeaaaa hahahaha
[Erick Sermon]
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program aptitude one mo return oh
My face in the magazines showing my eyes green
(Chill...) Chill fresh new dip when Im seen
Yo dig its the new fig for the E Double
I pack a Mac 10 just in case of trouble
Hot like the handle on a pot Im steaming
Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman
Im the original my styles deformed
So it can sound crazy ill when I perform
Yea, check 1, 2, mic supreme
EPMD, the rap American Dream Team
The E-Doubles definitely no joke
You cant see me, even wit the microphone
Im massive dope, funky, whos deffer
Yo, when I express myself like Salt N Pepa
Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith
The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest
Hardcore rhymin, yea, thats the ticket
Buckwhylin, ruff enuff for Long Island
Chill.... Yeaaaaaa, Hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island
[PMD]
Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motion
Dont even blink, kid, or Ima start smoking
The glock hammers cocked wit the speed jock
12 shots, the bust target is the brown fox
So call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk
B-boy fanatic, straight from New York
The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in effect, Im clocking mad green
Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog
Girls runnin wild, ?paid tho like a klondar?
For mics are ready to flow in slow mo
Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes
(Yeaaaa, hahahaha)Hard, you get scarred, messing wit the Hit Squad
Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge
No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
Get the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chill
Chill.... Yeaaaa, hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island....
[ Chill Lyrics ]