[Erick Sermon]
  EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin..
  
  Check it, uh-huh, YO
  It's E-Dub on the microphone
  My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
  Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
  on safety, spike the mic in the endzone
  This here ain't the average shit, you used to
  Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you
  So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft
  Why you wanna fuck with the boss?
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  Where should I start? Breakin MC's or shatterin charts?
  It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart
  The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er
  Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter
  So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo
  +Funky Piano+, van like the fuckin ?tano?
  with more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
  Break down dismantle when I scramble
  
  Chorus: Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith) *repeat 2X*
  
  I just get down, and I go for mines
  Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line
  (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)
  Don't get too close because you might get shot
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Uhh, yo, ey, and yo
  EPMD, fuckin with us is bad news
  Me and you got different views
  What you might say is dope, I say's not
  What I might call wack, you'll call hot
  The best thing for you, is to think and hope
  or get choked, and hung with +The Velvet Rope+
  Cause you too theatrical, mess around
  and end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
  double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do
  Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
  roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two
  or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline
  I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline
  Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline
  I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?
  We've been doin this shit, since _Dear Yvette_, check
  I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
  and ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead
  and walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend
  for playin with the last Mohican
  ?Madi gon? - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican
  Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious
  Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious
  The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin
  Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11
  I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger
  The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin _Head Banger_
  Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill
  Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel
  
  Chorus