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EPMD

EPMD is an American hip hop group from Brentwood, New York. The group's name is a concatenation of the members' name "E" and "PMD" or an acronym for "Erick and Parish Making Dollars", referencing its members, emcees Erick Sermon ("E" aka E Double) and Parish Smith ("PMD" aka Parish Mic Doc). The group has been active for 26 years (minus two breakups in 1993 and 1999), and is one of the most prominent acts in east coast hip hop. Diamond J, DJ K La Boss, and DJ Scratch were DJs for the group. more »

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1988

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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 like it The emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic The 
mind 
is weary, floatin' like a dove Sweatin' the thing just like if you was 
makin' 
love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration, it's 
the 
perfect method It's my thing The wack I subtract The strong I attack 
The ones 
who got the mike and freeze, I throw back I perfect and eject make 
M.C.s 
sweat Take 'em off on the mike then I tell 'em "Step" Not waiting or 
debating 
cause M.C.s keep hatin' Play me too close like two dogs mating Now 
let's get 
on with the rest of the lesson I don't really like it when suckers 
start 
messin' Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud Talkin' more junk to 
attract a crowd You say you won the battle, your first mistake You get 
the 
quietest stuff like you was at a wake In the beginnin', ya knew ya 
wasn't 
winnin' Now you for shame, your hair starts bendin' Kind of upset, 
boy, I 
understand You lost again, I won goddamn It's my thing 
My funky fresh lyrics 
put you in a spirit I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear 
it The 
rhymes I design are right on time And at the crown of the mike, I 
flash a 
danger sign 'Cause I'm the thrilla of Manila, M.C. cold-killa Drink 
Budweiser, cannot stand Miller M.C.s cold-clockin' till the party's 
through 
Then they tap me on my shoulder, say "This Bud's for You" To be a real 
M.C. 
You can't be obedient To be smooth is the main ingredient You have to 
be 
silky like a Milky Way To be able to make it work, you rest and play I 
control the pace of the rate the rhymes goin' How loud I project and 
to where 
they're flowin' Slow, yes, just like they're oil The comparison is 
wave like 
the motion of water Smooth It's my thing While the record is spinnin' 
Got 
your fly-girly grinnin' MD is on the mike, ya know I'm only beginnin' 
Rod's 
fresh and fresh, you never heard me fess Scored a 110 on my M.C. test 
My 
rhymes are stronger than Tyson Hold an M.C. license When I grab the 
mike 
M.C.s get frightened I'm dangerous I need a cross and bones Lounge, 
homeboy, 
you in the danger zone What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin' Huh, 
ya 
mess around and we'll be fightin' It's all right if ya bite but don't 
recite 
Because the rhymes are mine and that ain't right But until then, just 
chill 
to the next episode Donald J, yo, release the close It's my thing

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