Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover As I say mic check, EPMD's in effect Snappin necks and cashin large checks As I flex then wrecks -- so E, what's next?
Shazam, let me tell you who I am The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior Doin damage to the world with the Hurricane Gloria I'm serious, you can say I'm furious You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious of the rap style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato Gettin philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro As you all will know, I do a show Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat that I'm bringin Tryin to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack Not fiction but fact black, believe that Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing Jane, or the whole shabang But if I snap, during the course of the rap P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap Just to distract, til I'm intact Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack Groove to the rhythm of a funky track Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back") I come correct with the context, and then next then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy For me the E Double, or the emcee rap goddess Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless