Check 1, 2

EPMD

Def Jam

Blazing

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 want to fuck with the boss?

Where should I start? Breakin MC's or shattering 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 fucking ?tano?

With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo

Break down dismantle when I scramble

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

Uhh, yo, and yo

EPMD, fucking 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 smacking you, jacking you, attacking you

That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash

Double beaucoup, just ripping 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 baseline

Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline

I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine

Yeah, now why y'all want to mess with the vets?

We've been doing this shit, since Dear Yvette, check

I make shit that make you want to smack your producer

And ice grill him, and make you want to kill him dead

And walk around leaking, in the bed for the weekend

For playing with the last Mahican

Madi gon, that's fuck you in Puerto Rican

Keep quiet when you hear grown men speaking

Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious

Delirious, 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 fucking Head Banger

Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill

Pump a nine on the reg behind penitentiary steel

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