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You Gots 2 Chill '97
作詞:Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Donald Boyce, George M Brown, Robert Mickens, Erick Sermon, Claydes Smith, Parrish G Smith, Dennis Thomas, Roger Troutman, Richard Westfield
You gots 2 chill, check it one, two, check it one, two [Incomprehensible], check it, check it, check it, black eye
As I step to the mic with the B-boy stance To the braveheart M.C's, I wouldn't take a chance Keep quiet while the M.C rap And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback
The E double E is my name I spell Things to decline I tell my squad rocks well I'm in your hood, comin' through like mud Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest whips Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped
Well, my name is MD, I'm known as the Motivator Funky beat maker, new jack terminator Enjoy to destroy because your rhyme's a toy Never sweatin' no click, why P, 'cause I'm a B-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot The green-eyed bandit scratching Mic Doc In the beginnin' we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clockin' all the dough
Sit back and relax, ofcourse the biz phat TV wit the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots 2 chill
I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker The dude wanna play me and my crew, that's rude I'm dope when I get down to the beat I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club P yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up? I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs Talkin' large money when I see your bank stubs
I take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll Well, it's P double E M D E E Here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin' traps and land mines Did thousand shows faced many places EPMD is back and yo, throw the tape in
'Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground, hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu Business to take 2's Stadium and venues
Wit E and I'm the microphone doctor And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D It's no doubt, the world shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah, we both get ill So believe me when I tell you boy, you gots 2 chill
Yo, I'm in the house now Dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow, amazed like wow E and P return like D Last dragon to show M.C just what's happenin'
I get biz and that's an natural fact I'm like Zorro, I mark and E on your back Worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas Say somethin' to 'em and run right through
I'm makin crazy G's, politicin' on my mobile phone D double about the microphone 'Cause we're the funky rhyme maker Puffing[Incomprehensible]
The one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react We keep the money stackin', fingers snappin', tappin' When it's time to roll, Uzi patrol still packin'
EPMD, the mics are only friend Took a break for a while and now we back again So, if you think about gamblin', you better come prepared EPMD is takin' all the shares, you gots 2 chill
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