Out Of Business

It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all

[parrish smith]
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin it real
While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill'
Got up, with erick sermon, dropped "you gots 2 chill"
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
With fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged
And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves

[erick sermon]
Aiyyo likewise i come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
It's me, transformed i'm eazy-e
Past the point of rockin the joint
I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team
Nfl: niggaz for life, so feel that
I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at
Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady
For those who dream, believe i'm freddie

Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from the south bronx
And let me hear you say

Hell yeah hell yeah
Say hell yeah hell yeah

[parrish smith]
Aiyyo, i grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite
Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night
No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright
And these faggots, always stress me so i keep my shit tight
Who am i? the cat to put that ass on standby
Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi
Then start stalkin, three point shot like hershey hawkins
Takin it back to the seventy-sixers like johnny dawkins

[erick sermon]
Yo i come through camouflaged with the squadron entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
Epmd's the name, there's no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off like a wild jamaican
Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs

Yo this shout out goes to brownsville, youknowhati'msayin?
On ? avenue, newport garden squadron
Epmd, youknowhati'msayin?
To the brentwood posse, somebody just say

Make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
Everybody say make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money

[parrish smith]
Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low
I'm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the mo' spill
Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill

[erick sermon]
Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo p chill chill chill
Niggaz is in here fightin b
Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit
Just put some shit on they can dance to then

[erick sermon]
Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?
I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?

(ain't no two-gun billy 'round here
Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)

[erick sermon]
You just pull a gun out on me?
Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *
Now, if any one of y'all see him
Tell him that, epmd was in town..

[parrish smith]
Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
Spurs on my timb's, when i start blazin, hit the floor
Cowards duckin, i'm emptyin chambers when i'm bustin
Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when i'm crushin
Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me
You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the
Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon
Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon
So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
Time to draw, i'm aimin for your dome and jaw
Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw
An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
Time to ride again until next time to draw

"ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two murder one lyric at your door" -> method man

Draw..
"gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -> cool j

"ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two murder one lyric at your door" -> method man

Draw..
"gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -> cool j

[erick sermon]
Hah
Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
On the mic i dismantle, leave an impression
And ruin you, like i'm the bill clinton scandal
Impeach em, then i erick can b. president
Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
And focus, or go into hypnosis
I wasn't here when i wrote this (where was you?)
Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters
Me and my dogs homey reppin
In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon
Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
Can't count ten paces, i'm already heated it
P and erick sermon is like a ruger german
Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
Any superhero we lettin em know from door
Come correct when it's time to draw

Right here, right now?

[erick sermon] (parrish smith)
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (e-dub)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, y'know what that is, word up
(wax and tax em) the squadron, pmd, erick sermon
(millenium ducats) yo, yo.. uh-huh
Def jam

[erick sermon]
Excuse me! i'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two
Yo my name's e-dub, so who the fuck are you?
I'm lockin it down now, and that's that
I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap
Hold your gat, i can't control the sound
If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down
Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare
Like uhh-huh.. yeah yeah..

[parrish smith]
I love it when my jewels dangles
Could see stars, like the bangles
When you approach me, adress me as mr. like bojangles
Death decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on
Microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
Your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand
Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand
Fuck it, erick and parrish millenium ducats
Fully flossed out, two g's, fisherman bucket

Chorus: epmd (repeat 2x)

Who? epmd got checks to cash
What what? drop bombs for the clubs to blast
When? right now, so my crew could flash
Where? right here, get the money and stash

[erick sermon]
Aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude
Playin the fool, hittin the bong with cheech and chong
What? me and mic doc rock the spot like we're up
With more technique, than bruce lee with num-chuks (wha-tah)
Pure player, my rap flow's athletic
Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics
Epmd now.. here to getcha
With a blow, you coulda sworn roy jones hit ya

[parrish smith]
Cats can't hold me, erick and parrish, we hold the trophy
Scorn your team all day so i suggest you change your goalie
Cause i'm hype again, with e double, on the mic again
Crack a 40, spark a l, then pop a ?perkadan?
Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy
No diggy, e and p tight like lenny and squiggy
Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler
And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us

Chorus

[erick sermon]
Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire
And we won't stop rockin til we retire
Who said we _out of biz_? that there was a liar
I'm sammy sosa, and p's mark mcgwire
Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye
If you wanna hate me, do it now, try
I'm lethal, take it back to epmd third album
And do it _for my people_

[parrish smith]
I jump out the plane and hanglide
Hit the ice and slip-slide
Niggaz don't get it, epmd status, correct me if i'm
Mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin
Like kevin to footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin
Dusk to dawn, word is bond
You fuck with epmd, erick and parrish, the shit is on
Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters
Quick to roast ya
Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya

Chorus

[e] pmd
[p] y-yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[p] yo, chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
[e] ha hah
[p] oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[p] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"

[parrish smith]
Check this out
I was hangin out late, creepin a quarter to two
Polly with cats, sippin on a 40 of brew
Pulled out the dutch master cause it's time to get on
Turned on the truck system to pump a hip-hop song
Five minutes later i see these other kids clockin
Meanwhile my niggaz chalmed out with system rockin
Sayin in my mind -- who could it be?
As he got closer, i peeped, it was the e-double e
I said, "whattup duke?"

[e] yo, whassup sundullah?
I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
[p] yo, why didn't you?
[e] yo, i woulda hit the skins
[p] that's when i chilled, and peeped the two heads in the benz
Gave my crew dap, and hopped the right the fuck on in
E-double set it
[e] yo p, this is sandy and lynn, duke

[parrish smith]
I said yo, what's the deally yo? she said, "sex, you wanna feely yo?"
Lift her skirt with no panties, felt the familio
Lookin half filipines, mixed with black in the genes
Had to drop the windows, to release the steam

( *** samples from the other "jane" sagas *** )
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[both] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[both] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later

[parrish smith]
Shorter than short and petite, blazin ass body and physique
Five-doggin it, pumpin jay-z and memphis bleek

[erick sermon]
Burnin somethin, purple chronic, orange or thai
On the expressway, 4-9-5 l.i.

[parrish smith]
Straight rollin, nice from the henny before
Shorty wanted to pull over and get a dutch from the store

[erick sermon]
We parked the benz, the girls got out and walked right in
Copped a 40 and a dutch, and hopped right back in

[parrish smith]
Tried to pull off, that's when a squad car cut us off
Five-oh pulled out and said, "chill, cause it's the law"

( *** samples from the other "jane" sagas *** )
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[p] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[both] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"

[parrish smith]
Aiyyo they caught us on a techno (techno)
Girls started shakin, gettin petrol
Pulled the burner 540, one shot, sunscreen's essential

[erick sermon]
Straight dumpin, no love for the badge and the gun
Straight accomplices, now our ass is on the run

[parrish smith]
Now shit's drastic, dodgin and dippin traffic
Bitches started regulatin on some flash and blast shit
She's out the benz with the quickness, that's when the shit got real
Bitches flipped, hit pmd with the steel

[erick sermon]
And asked him how it feel, jumped right back in grabbed the wheel
Told the cats to relax and yo, peep the deal

[parrish smith]
Remember tommy twotime, who used to move moonshine?
Now he's a bitch nigga, frontin for cats, droppin dimes

[erick sermon]
Yo time to see him, he be hangin at the coliseum
Down on 48th and lex, near the black museum

[parrish smith]
He owe me somethin, when i see him, i'm straight dumpin
Catch him four times in the legs, get close and ask him somethin

[erick sermon]
Yo whattup god? 'member j, from the schoolyard?
Try to floss when i was chillin, hold this baby pah!

[parrish smith]
I looked at e like, "yo, this bitch is talkin like a dude"
Seen the cat across the street, she said, "it's time to move"

[erick sermon]
Ran up on him, he looked like he saw a ghost
Tried to run, but j pulled out and flashed the toast

[parrish smith]
Toast told him to bend over, and then the girl lift her dress
Pulled out a dick, laced him in the ass, and asked him
How he liked it -- kid was cryin in pain
'member you raped me in the park? peep _the crying game_

[e] shocked, snap the hammer
[p] aiyyo the kid fell slow
I coulda swore he said, "yo, don't do it jane!"

( *** samples from the other "jane" sagas *** )
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[p] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"
[e] pmd
[p] yo
[e] won't you do a me a favor?
[both] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you up later
[p] jane.. jane..
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, "hmm, i'll take her"

[e] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you later
[p] jane..
[e] uhh..
[p] pmd.. millenium ducats
[e] chill with the bitch and i'll hook you later..

[erick sermon]
Mm-hmm, hold me down
Hold me down
Hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down
Yeah uh-huh uh-huh, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down
Eh te eh te eh, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down
Huh? ah-huh, yo, what?

Aiyyo p back me up now, hold me down
While i go around this town, snatchin crowns
From those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin - you wanna fight? let's go somethin
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation
With sucker mc infiltration

[parrish smith]
Aiyyo straight up, you light mc's better get your weight up
I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? how i can just stare, and watch the blood spill
From an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? burnin gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back

[p] yo e, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Yo p, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
Yo e, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Pmd, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
Yo e, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Pmd, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
Yo e, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Pmd, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down

[parrish smith]
You got shit harder than this, erick serm' and parrish smith?
What's this? piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin, god's on the way, and he's askin
Who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm
Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm

[erick sermon]
Yeah we swarm mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em
Like muhammad, set the scene i'm bombin on
Ceo's, a&r's, street team to a manager
For the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino
From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino
Bring the ultra-ment, stick you with the magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

[e] yo p, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
Yo e, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Yo pmd, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
Yo e, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Yo pmd, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
E-dub, hold me down
[e] i'm holdin you down
Mic doc, hold me down
[p] i'm holdin you down
Green eyed bandit, holdin it down
[e] yeah, i'm holdin you down

[parrish smith]
Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low
They be peepin me and the e, dj scratch, epmd
The dream team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, mazerrati
Catchin bodies, e double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty
What you thought? we takin more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched

[erick sermon]
I spit flames at oklahoma
When done, you can smell the sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen
Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin?
Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for fuckin with men
P and i got somethin for all y'all
Who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball
So we ball like spalding, in the time of need
Who you calling when your career is falling?
Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down
Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down
Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it
Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented

[parrish smith]
Huh, erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p.
Erick and parrish millenium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*...

[pmd] yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it
[e-dub] redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam
[pmd] erick and parrish millenium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..

Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, i strap tools

[m.o.p] next up!
[e-dub] yo i believe that's me
[pmd] yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony

[erick sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, i do what i feel right now
When i spit the illest shit, cats be like, "wow!"
Yo! i get looks when i'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style

[m.o.p. & es] next up!
[billy danze] yo i believe that's me
[ericksermon] yo (danze) get on the mic and rock the symphony

[billy danze]
Say hello to the devil danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, it's (e)(mo-pmd) blastin shit
Put in work in this cold game
Soldier *echoes* i use work as code name
Told ya, line em up its soul train
(b-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) and i give em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it
Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)
I'm donatin a casket
We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic
(tell em what you sayin) get the bozac
Before i tear your maggot ass flat (boom boom) they're back

[m.o.p.] next up!
[l fame] yo i believe that's me
[bdanze] (fame!) get on the mic for the symphony

[lil' fame]
For gettin the real, straight from b'ville
Motherfuckers don't like fame cause i'm not cream filled
I feel what i speak so i speak what i feel
Sleep and i will, reap and i kill
Motherfuck (who know) jump out a hugo
Open up your back with a mac, uno uno
Ghettoville nigga, i break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow
Cause i'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to raise up 5-0 in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us
Or the first family will come kill you with the heaters
Blah *echoes*

[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..