Strictly Snappin' Necks

Just when you thought it was safe to make records

The rap duo is back it's time to start wreckin'

E Double swingin' high I'm swingin' low

Washin' wannabees down with some H20

As I go blow to blow toe to toe flow for flow

(Any has PMD?) Hell no!

I'm blowin' rappers off course like the S.S. Minnow

That's not your rhyme sonny so please let go my Eggo

"I hear voices sayin' that's Erick Sermon"

Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission

Front face the center and face your competition

As I rock, you jock, and in shock

and have fear, when the E is on the spot

(You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker)

Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot

So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent

Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads

I'm not kickin' the slow jams that's cool

But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool

That's the way I would want stuff lookin'

The crowd yellin', and buckwhylin' like Brooklyn boy

"EPMD is in town"

No words at all boy

"Strictly snappin necks!"

"EPMD is in town"

No words at all boy

"Strictly snappin necks!"

Welcome, and all aboard

Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score

People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift

To get paid off what we made, and also uplift

A new way to sway, or should I say flow

To keep the ladies screamin' 'OW', the brothers yellin' 'hoe'

Now hold the O, and give me an intro

A kick and a snare, now the green light to go

I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck

by break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck

When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O.

Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow

'Cause on my second return, I had to come correct

Takin' nuttin' but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip

I make the music, that makes a posse ill

In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill

Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot

Drinkin' quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot

But mainly at a concert where the place is packed

Brothers yellin' 'hoe', girlies on the bozack

The system boomin', smoke everywhere

People swayin' side to side with they hands in the air

A posse digs the music so they want to roll

So they troop through the venue, scopin' everyone's gold

But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami

Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies

in they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock

You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped

"I hear voices sayin' that's Erick Sermon"

Hurry hurry and step right up

The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up

And featuring the man on the cut

He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS

So whassup homeboy, there's any static?

Do we have to ? and get dramatic?

Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps

or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps?

Nah, I don't think you want that

so I cool, and instead I bust raps

Like check one two, and you don't quit

And match a funky dope rhyme that fits

I say a rhyme and change the whole subject

and still flow, and freak the whole public

It can't be done, especially by a crab MC

who came out the crack rehab

You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad

You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad

Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point

Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint

Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down

I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when

"EPMD is in town"

No words at all boy

"Strictly snappin' necks!"

"EPMD is in town"

No words at all boy

"Strictly snappin necks!"

SCSU!

EPMD's in effect

Snappin' necks n cashin' checks