Business As Usual

Chorus: parrish smith (from 'so what cha sayin')

Brothers on my jock for the way i hold a piece of steel (4x)
So what cha saying

Verse one: redman

I go wild as i sip from a cold lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom, did the bassline crank
From being rated r, from being top rank
I'm hard like an erection
Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections
So i grab a pen and pad, i'm back
To make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If i'm booty, then i've been framed
By an mc, who can't be the r-e-d
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask for mayday, mayday
For h-e-l-p, brothers tell me
I'm electrifyin, similar to round three
I don't brag and boast but smash and roast
Mc's wit degrees from here to the west coast
I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers
Were they ritz, saltine, or town house
None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse
Kick, blackflip, semifull
My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull
I'm down wit the squad, no more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Let's hear it from the jury

Chorus

Verse two: pmd

I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an mc
Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of e-d
Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick
Master of disaster, no time for flicks
Straight up b-boy, real mccoy like bruce leroy
Strap the bozack when i'm stabbin a skeezoid
Gangsta rap, it's daddy mack wit a bozack
Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack
So swing low and lick up balls
I'm like scharzenegger, correcting shit in total re-
Call up e-d and the posse that's ten deep
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin mc
So step off cause you gets no props
So stick the fork in him, redman (why) cause he's done

Chorus

Verse three: erick sermon

I'm e-d, i belong wit the a-team
A one man wreckin machine, by all means
Necessary, i destroyed on contact
No fear, of getting killed cause i'm strapped
The hit squad's deep, making it sweet
To creep, on my crew so you don't sleep
My mic is caffeine, similar to maxwell
Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well
And you might get scared and spark a stove
Cause i pack steel but hold on like en vogue
My swiftness, i got a gift not for christmas
God bless, mmm-hmm, can i get a witness
I'm fresh like a bag of chips ahoy
No toy, i'm a hardcore b-boy
Once again, i quote, i'm danger
I smoked smokey the bear and killed the forest ranger
Poof, the fire's out and i'm gone
Peace to mandela and farrakhan

Chorus

Intro-
Pmd: yo, check this out, man, we're gonna do this, man. we got 2 minutes and
20 seconds to get in and out of there. yo, redman, solo, man don't get in
There and start frontin', man. hit the vault, get the cash, don't shoot
*nobody*. alright?
Erick: tom, set the detonators. [beep beep beep beep]
Pmd: we 'bout to do this shit...
Erick: p, let's do this.....now!

P: freeze! (e: hands in the air!) nobody move!
(mack-10 is packed, so don't break fool)
This is a stick-up, real deal, real steel.
(full cooperation and no one gets killed.
Hey security old man, don't play hero)
Cuz a hero is a dead man, and a dead man is a zero.
Yo, hoe, pu tht loot in the money sack.
(you reach for the button, and then you gettin' smacked!)
?check the quotes? {huh?!} stutter, mothafucka?!
(one more dumb move, p, and i'm-a buck her)
Chill, e. listen lady, can't afford to do time.
Ome more slip up and your ass is mine.
I need all keys and codes to security boxes,
Cds (jewels) plus money markets.
(chill before i bulk like the hulk, bruce banner. yo redman) solo
{what?} spray the cameras.
All men, women and children please hit the floor.
(al b.) d-wade (watch the back door)
Time to get scratch, bring around the 560 (time check...) minute and fifty.
{time keeps on slippin-slippin} (come on, p, man, ya bullshittin'.
(hurry up, grab the sack and let's do this.
Pray for the benz and haul ass like carl lewis)
A reminder, a hero's nothin' but a sandwich, gus.
{this is ridiculous} say another word {i'll make ya famous}
{i feel like bustin' loose!} (p's been hit) {ow} a sharpshooter on the roof.

(aw shit. yo redman, keep the money movin'...yo tom j, if i ain't out in 10
Seconds, blow this mothafucker up and everybody, y'hear me?)
[police] {you have 15 seconds to put your weapons down and come out with your
Hands up. 15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...}
Let it go...{1}
[explosion]
{yo, we outta here...} [tires screech]

(p: pmd, e: erick sermon, b: both)

P: good morning mr. bozack, time to wake up the nuts
(for what) to hit the shower, so i can wash the butt
E: damn (last night was crazy) word life, i had a blast
P: it was ass for days, nuts had a full tank of gas
E: golly, g, word p, tits and vd
P: pussy kicking louder than my alpine benzi, box
E: yes, i fresh, sweet like gumdrops
Pay me like oprah and no one to cockblock
P: slow down big fella (why) i think you're gassing me
E: p, get off my big dick, chill, stop harrassing me
P: your dick, you mean my dick and don't forget
Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish
B: mr. bozack (repeat 2x)

E: that's your fault, black (explain) no jim hat
You got in some fly shit and stuck me in bear back
Smarty, what happened over there at the party
Was it vodka and smeared on a bit of bacardi
P: no dick (don't call me that) sorry mr. bozack
But you didn't help, talking bout (where the hoes at)
E: i was hard (how hard) hard enuff to buck
(shit, you didn't rush the pussy) see, i stuffed her like a duck
P: mr. bozack (what) you went out like a sucker
E: not me, g, p, cuz you the one who bucked her
P: hachoo (god bless you) damn, here's a tissue
E: yo, p i'm feeling sick
P: relax, what can i get you, tetracycline
E: no a penicillin cap, it burns
P: yo, chill mr. bozack
E: no, i can't believe that (cool jack) screw that
All you had to do was wear a jim hat
P: i reached for one, but didn't quite make it
She grabbed on your head piece, i couldn't quite take it
Now lounge mr. bozack, stop cryin like a wuss
Now bone up the nuts, g, cuz yo, there's more puss
E: look, p, the b-o-z is like audi
P: audi like who
E: motherfuckin kurt gowdy

It's the jim... owwww, it burns
Don't worry, g, i'll have ya hooked up on friday
We'll go get the shot real quick
Everything will be copestetic
Oh what the hell all, got to stab this hoe cake right?

Refrain:
[comin' straight from the underground] 4x

Erick sermon:
As i pump up a brand new funk swing,
And bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.
Old fashioned is the way that i be waxin' a mc,
I bust a grill, and the reaction i check,
Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;
[crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.
A machine, my functioning, that's mean.
I stay together, my man, like al green.
I'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and i'm back
To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.
Boom, i'm buckwild when i'm stoned,
I close only one eye like a cyclone.
So i throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,
Summer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.
I'm the grand royal mc, i'm no joke.
I hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.
I smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.
I'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.
Full-power, one punch, crunch, i'm throwin' bolos.
I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.
I'm packed when it's time to get down.
Cuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...

Refrain 4x

Pmd:
Okie dokie. my mind gets slow-pokey when i toke the
Bull from a phillie blunt and i hope me
Old gold is cold when i pop the cap.
Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.
Cuz i'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.
I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.
And my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.
And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.
So all hail the mary, crack the moet,
Blast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.
Cuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,
I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows
To the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top
Of druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.
I say, no to blow and yes to cess and i suggest
You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest
In a new grill, bill, cuz i rock non- until
The fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.
There's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,
Cuz i'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.
There's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'
On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.
That i choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.
One slug to the head, mafioso style.
You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,
Watch yourself son, i'm comin' straight from the underground.

Refrain 2x

Chorus: *sung hook from an r&b record*

Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
Ladies and gentlemen
(repeat 2x)

Verse one: erick sermon

When i came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and i was far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on tv
Like ed lover and doctor dre from yo! mtv raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong
Cause like p.e. said, we're too black and too strong
But hey, what can i say
(brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay

Chorus

Verse two: pmd

As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by epmd
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours cause i'm going for mine
That's why i

Chorus

Verse three: erick sermon, pmd

Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the beatles, g, and elvis presley
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
So (fight the power) and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo

Chorus: to fade

Erick sermon:
It's the e, and i'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, i'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e i'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...
[parrish: what's up, e.d.?]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, i'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and i'm parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya know me!]
I'm mad...

Refrain:
(here's a little story, i've gots to tell) {scratching} (i'm mad!) 4x

Parrish:
My life story i tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now i ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when i cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how i knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and i'm ouuuutie!

Refrain

Erick:
Stay tuned to this last episode, when i rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that i be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh what a shame i got {fame!}
Parrish:
I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I'm like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes i pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya better run,
Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the e and the p's at...
[can they do it again?] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]

Refrain

[pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)

Verse one: erick sermon

Code name e-d, check on the one two three
Black male hard mc
Rap record slave, a brother on the scene
With a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer
A hotline to the governor and mayor
He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta flip

Manslaughter (repeat 2x)
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter

Verse two: pmd

Code name md, rappin fanatic
No short taken, black asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper
The friendly ghost, but i smoke an mc if i have to
Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam
And i'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam
Rubble, partner code name is e-double
It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-
Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand
As i slay ya manslaughter

Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter

Verse three: erick sermon

Mad man fully strapped and i quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not d-t but e-d
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three
I'm the original, never did crime, i'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty-five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in shogun
First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc
That can't count one two three
I manage to damage, i roast the whole membrane
Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine
I kill a farmer, plus his daughter
Cause i'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter

They call us manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter

Verse four: pmd

As i stare deep into the mirror, i could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
Cause i'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, wit this flow and i don't know judo
Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know
There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
That's what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead, manslaughter

They call it manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter

[busta rhymes]
Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, wait
Aiy, rap is outta control
Hold on!

[b.r.] yeah yeah yeah yeah, yi-yeah yeah yeah yi-yeah yeah
[p.s.] erick and parrish, busta bus, check it
[b.r.] this is one of my favorites
[p.s.] aight? so check it, check it
[b.r.] yeah
[p.s.] outta control
[e.s.] f'real, rap is outta control, like that (for sure dude!)
[p.s.] pmd, still makin dollars
[e.s.] uh-huh, rap's outta control (for sure dude!)
[both] yo, yo..

[erick sermon]
I be pulsatin dominatin, up above
Run-d.m.c. style, stop and show love
E-dub, i can't fall off, it's no way, i'm down low
I stay in the cut with o.j.
The fact is, some things got to change
With eight or more rappers that sound the same
With the, same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same fame
Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream i
Have to die, i'm livin a lie
Fake mc's no heart, get torn apart
Messin with us? in ninety-nine, get smart
I be the last one you wanna play with
Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
Focus on me, i grab the mic and drop gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
Step in in tan timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
Couple of friends and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep shit rocking til morning
With the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin
Hop in the benz 2000 benz with the cd skippin
Epmd, who's fuckin with it
Outta control like 2pac in _juice_, character bishop
Who's inferior? my squad be def
And we ain't hearin ya, lounge in the black interior
Because..

[busta rhymes]
Hah! yes.. ha, rap is outta control!
Ha, hey hey rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Yo, aiy, rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Aiyyo, ey, rap is outta control!

[parrish smith]
Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
When it came to epmd no one said a word
So i called up erick sermon and said, "this shit's absurd!"
Now we flip the bird, back-breakin mc's down like herbs
Redlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?
I don't think so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in home depot
So don't front for me or the e, cause you know our steez
Epmd, blazin shit, def 2g's
Cause we make tape and break mc's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one checkin or servin me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency
Surgeon see

[busta rhymes]
Hah.. hah, rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap .. wait, what wait (for sure dude)
Hey, rap is outta control! hold on
Wait wait, rap rap is outta control!

And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) ay, yes y'all (yes y'all)
Aiyyo kick it e!

[erick sermon]
I stand tall i won't fall, i recall
Ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure they krytonite caps
I'm made of steel, i swat bullets like gnats
I'm like, (*singing*) superman... fly high...
.. way up in the sky ..
And if you try to shoot me down clown i won't die
I cremate

[parrish smith]
I hate, let's exterminate
Wait for a second e, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
On the crab mc, who's all on the bozack
Who knows that, 2000 benz to shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at?
And the old gold black, icy cold fat
Wack mc's yo, where's your clothes at?
End the drama, that's word to your momma..