Unfinished Business

[erick sermon]
Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl i met
She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat
I kicked it to her, and her name was kim
She said let's jet because she was ready for the jim
Browski i doubt thee e would front
So like a real stunt, i rolled the blunt
She was ready, i could see in her face
She said "let's jet" we went back to her place
It was fat, she had a dope crib
She offered food, like some barbucue ribs
I said "no thank you" not now honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
We put on tender roni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time to do it
Put on some james brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs
But when you love me please don't be ruff
I said "listen, i'll be gentle, i'll be very gentle
When i'm loving yoooouuu, when i'm loving yoooouuu.
...so i dipped, i abandoned ship
Threw in the anchor like on the boat tip
That's what i get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, but i don't like fishing
And next time, i want to know who i'm kissing
You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
But i won't touch it until i know who's booty

[parrish smith]
Well i was maxin one day just minding my own
Talking to e-double on my car cellular phone
When i seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating
The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
So i put my car in park, turned my system down
I said "excuse me, are you new in town"
She said "it's funny you asked i just got here today"
I said "yo, you need a lift because i'm going that way"
She said "my mother always told me not to ride with strangers
If i did, than my life would be in danger"
I said "yeah that's true, but i'm not you're everyday swinger"
To tell you the truth, i'm a well known singer"
Plus i was cold coolin
40 dawn in lap
Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat.
She got in and said "yo i never done this before"
I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door.
She got and she said "you a medical doctor?"
I said "close but no cigar, i'm the microphone doctor
Who performs open surgery, on mc's that are willing
Except to try same them, i try to kill them"
She said "ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more"
You mean how we heinz and clock the g's or more.
We got to her house and her moms wasn't home
As we went to the room i sparked up the homegrown
I was with it, felling nice from old e
Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty.
We got to her it was time to max
Pulled out the jimhat and strapped the bozak
I hit the lights, and next was the sack
We started doing it, it was hard to produce
Because the booty was cold kickin like they call me bruce
I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood
Because i know i wasn't fishing but i smelled seafood
Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea
And it wasn't worth catching the a-the i-the d-to the s-oh yes
The s is for safe sex
And as i glanced at the door, you that move was next
But she pulled me close, and said "let's get loose"
And out of nowhere i yelled "baby did you do..."
She said no p, cause i'm not a swinger
I couldn't buy that as i smelled my forefinger
I was playing myself plus my style was crampped
I grabbed my keys and coat, and md broke camp
And as i walked to the door, the girl got moody
I looked her eye to eye and said.. "who's booty"

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Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin' on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, EPMD's in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so E, what's next?
[Erick Sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The E-are-I-see-K, S-E-are-M-O-N
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin' damage to the world with the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm furious
You're sayin' in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual

While I'm makin' and takin', emcees shakin' and flakin'
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin'
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin' like Cato
Gettin' philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?)
The Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all will know, I do a show
Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin' come swingin' cause of the beat that I'm bringin'
Tryin' to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
and get the bozack.. E..

Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
Just to distract, til I'm intact
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct with the context, and then next
then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap goddess
Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
Like a detonator with no ticks I then trip or slip
or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin' and your rhymes are wack
Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One said, you a Part Time Sucka
who works O.T., to be like
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a see-L-you-E
So get the bozack.. E..

Yo, the MC Grand Royal on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E Capone
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack.. P..

Yo, mic checkin', checkin' and checkin' and checkin'
Scan the crowd, then start wreckin'
Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise
past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about scheamin'
Waxin' the P twice, you must be dreamin'
Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin', "P got inside, I shoulda left P alone"
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin' the track
to lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination and come strapped
Playin' rough and tough but when I called your bluff
You tried to post on the Microphone Doctor and got snuffed
So get the bozack
You get the bozack
You get the be -the-O-the-Zack
Get the bozack
KnowhatI'msayin E man?
Brothers ridin' the bozack

Tell them crab emcees like this, yo
get the bozack, get the bozack
get the bo the bo the bo, bozack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
[Parrish Smith]
Yo,I don't play

[erick sermon]
Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip
Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips
It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau
For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow
So blow like the wind my friend and take flight
And "fly, like an eagle" -- yeah right
You can't rock a party and make hands clapper
Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper)
So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready
To flex yet, or better yet rock steady
With the e double, number one on the planet
Take it for granted, i'm _in control_ like janet
I'm in command, plus full of fun
But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done
And that my son comes to one conclusion
Total chaos.. no mass confusion

[parrish smith]
Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it?)
The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard
Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls
To crab emcees, who claim to have the balls
To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks
I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats
The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars
Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler
I'm like, quick draw mcgraw when i blast past
An emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass
And play his ego, while i sip a forty-oh
And count my cashflow, because i'm on the go
And aiyyo i don't joke, and that you can bet
I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like i said in _strictly biz_ i'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion

[erick sermon]
No magic tricks, houdini, or i dream of jeannie
Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti
It's a one two three count, and i'm knockin out
Without a doubt (why e?) i got clout!
Homeboy you should know, i'm de commando of rap
Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back
I use measures, and yes all are drastic
For me the e double, cause i'm fantastic
So, i let you know, money i don't play
Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what i say?
Lay low afro, or take a nightcap
And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap)
Or close your eyes and chank em like a jap
Then lounge, as i rock across the map
Yo watch me go, ? in seconds
Me and pmd and the sound from our records
Check out the beat and the style i'm usin
It's total chaos.. no mass confusion

[parrish smith]
Last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper
Give me room.. cause i'm about to rip a
Emcee's head off as i release my steam
The method of decapitation, is the guillotine
So check out the tempo, and let your body go
Cause a brother like md's about to go rambo
A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician
An all around scholar, a rapper technician
So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up
You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up
Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and
Change your wack style while the clock still tickin
Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature
Can you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like ?)
To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete
You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak
I gave you all due respect, when i said mic check
You're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck
Like i said in _strictly biz_ i'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos.. no mass confusion

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[erick sermon]
Yo, and special guests on my show
Is the k

[k-solo]
To the s to the o-l-o

[parrish smith]
And me, the capital d, the o to c
The a.k.a., the p the m the d

[erick sermon]
And me, the e to the d to the o
To the u to the b to the l to the e

[k-solo]
It's time p

[parrish smith]
To rip the m the i to c

[erick sermon]
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
K-solo (yo) i pass p the microphone

[parrish smith]
Nah black (why p?) to each his own
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
Aiyyo, i pass e the microphone

[erick sermon]
It's me, yes the mc grand royal
Who loves rappin, and to it i stay loyal
I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spell
You dwell on the other crab mc's that fell
Apart from the start, that didn't know the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's hands clappin
But it's me, i know the way it should be
The flow slow, like me and pmd
And that black, will make you real fat
A real swinger, and a real cool cat
Like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion
Producing crazy hits like, if i was barry gordy
Here's a tip, to show you how to rip
A crab in half, and watch his posse flip
So me, the e, i come equipped
Heavy ammunition, so i don't have to dip
So listen, to this funky fresh lesson
The way i drop it, and the way that i was flexin
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Pmd (yo) i pass solo the microphone

[k-solo]
Yo i pass (why solo?) to each his own
Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Yo, i pass p the microphone

[parrish smith]
As i take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older i get, the harder i kick
Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick
Of my bic oh shit another mc's lit
Like a jack-o-lantern, on the halloween tip
Cause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaks
All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks
Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the buck stops here, cause i'ma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo
Cause as i dust bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's
You roll with the good times, we like to roll with rush
I drive a 'ratti (i drives a benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-up
And in the act of war, p refuse to let up
On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's clever
In any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather
Always flock together
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-solo, i pass e the microphone

[erick sermon]
I pass (why e? to each his own)
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
Aiyyo, i pass solo the microphone

[k-solo]
Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier
Maestro though, releases beats for me
So i can rig up a hit and get paid easily
People, gather round listen to flow
Yo, so i can prove, that i'm the true solo
Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain
Punk rappers thought i was sleepin, but solo came
To so many places, other rappers faces
That called theirself solo, i made em erase it
I'm solo, no name lender or pretender
Yo, i am the solo the on-ly solo contender
Duck mc's, grab my name and bit it boldly
Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on kiss, with red alert and chuck
A rapper said he went solo, i said, "what the fuck??!"
My man came over, and said, "yo, i thought we heard you"
Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew
They bit my name, i want it back, and it's a fact
Yo pmd tell em (damn you shouldn'ta did that)
Now for the record, what do i stand for
One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause
Give me a break my brother
My name stands for kevin self, organization left others
My name's no game for those who claim to use my name
In vain cause their name sounds plain
I remain the same, my flow of style won't change yo
The name of the game is for the real solo to explain
I don't know was where you ran or came
I know your vein i hate your name
You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane
That walk around puddles, snow and the rain
With a cane, nothin to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamed
The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
K-s-o-l-o to blame
When i s-p-e, l-l, very w-e, l-l
People all out there can t-e-l-l
Rhymes that i got, or write will s-e-l-l
For those who don't believe me, can go to h-e-l-l
I'm from c-i, l-i, f-l-y
Like a b-r-i-d, in the s-k-y
Don't even t-o-y to be dat's why
L-i-n-e's belong to m-i-n-e
I'm makin veche, some rappers imitate
Yo f*ck it, solo here's to make parties sway
People, i won't take any kind of losses
Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources
Like household utensils, kitchen appliances...

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[Parrish Smith]
It's, time, to, party

"Now that I got your attention again I want to"

[PMD]
Party, party, party, party

[Erick Sermon]
Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts
Walk around and strut, then a brother push up
And start talking, girls and boys are hawking
EPMD is live from New York and
Now I'm bout to rip house, straight up and jump
Move your body, as the bass pumps and thumps
This jam, is a crowd mover
For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver
Or for a so-called dancing machine
Cause this record, is strictly for the club scene
Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson
It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action
Like dips and dope back flips
While the girlies are moving, and grooving they hips
Enough booty, you could be waxing
Instead you in the corner, maxing and relaxing
Get up, and move your body
Cause party people

[Parrish Smith]
It's time to party [Repeat: x4]

[Erick Sermon]
Yo P break it down

[Parrish Smith]
Yeah

"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro"

[EPMD]
It's time to party [Repeat: x2]

[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down

[Parrish Smith]
Yeah,
It's Friday night, no work til Monday
To top it off you just got paid
So you step to the club, boys and girls are GQ
Before you go in, you drink a brew or two
Strobe light spinning, people grinning
You're cooling at the bar, drinking vodka and gin and
Your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowing
People on the dance fl,or sweating and yelling hoe and
You see this fly cutie,
With crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty
Your mind gets to scheming, you start dreaming
The liquor starts talking, you get more self esteem and
You step to this lady, "May I have this dance?"
Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands
And while the disc jockey's yelling get up! Get up!
Get up, get up, and on the dance floor
The ladies are freaking moves, you never seen before
Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works
Squeaking moves that make you squint and say
"Damn that must hurt" stomachs are showing, aces blowing
And while you're having fun, spending your dough and
You reach into your pockets, you reach deeper
And off goes your money beeper
Which means you're running low on the dough
So you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes
You grab a seat in the corner, and play low key
Asking yourself over and over how you spent a G
Don't worry now, worry on Monday
And get back on the dance floor

It's time to party [Repeat: x4]

[p] aiyyo whassup e double?
[e] yo whassup man?
[p] yo these crab mc's got us trapped up behind these walls man
But i'm ready to break out of here and do this, yaknahmsayin?
So what's the magic word?

[erick sermon]
Open sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you screamed epmd, you shouldn't wait
I roll with a posse, hey you tried to stop me
Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me knowin
So i keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and i don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, i put an end to your fun
Cause i'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and i have no pity
To run up on you, and wax plus tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a chump
Mc's try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no haps jack
So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack
This is the big payback

..

[parrish smith]
As i go and flow, to a different type of tempo
(why md?) c'mon e, the p keeps it simple
Plus i'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like tyson
Slayin mc's on the q-t, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling is mutual
I took my rhyme to a lower rpm, then shift to neutral
Then crack a 40 (what kind) of olde e
To slay an mc (how) on the q-t
(so what's your name boy?) c'mon, you know it's m.d.
So while i'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the p is like steppin
Off from the scenes, i see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a fisherman hat
A cop said, "yo, how'd he flee from the spot?"
"in a black sports car, i think it was an iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(why?) there was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big payback

..

[erick sermon]
No rome-et-oh, or juliette romance story
Just epmd, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like fencin, dangerous
It keeps you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, i'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the razor cuts
And i'ma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
But don't never ever ever, mess with e double
I'm like jumpin jack flash, a spy with an eye
I do no stunts, and i'm not the fall guy
I'm just the e, the r-i-c-k, that's all
Did some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, sweet to be sour
(so what you sayin e?) i got "soul power!"
So dig it, as i kick it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because i cut no slack
It's like that.. this is the big payback

..

[parrish smith]
If rappin was a tribe i'd be the chief commanche
Had fat link, chunky rings, nuttin fancy
So saddle up mc's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but i carry a lasso
Cause i'm back from vacation, cause suckers kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus your tunes wasn't hittin
They wanna claim a style on the m-i-c
But i can rotate the state, cold rippin shows with e
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show without packin
My partners, mr. smith and mr. wessun
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm strictly biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(you sniff blow?) hell no, and still flow and say go
More or less do a show.. nah
The only high i get, is when my fans yell hoe
So get the bo-zack, because we're back to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big payback

..

[parrish]
Yeah that's right man, big payback in eighty-nine, yaknahmsayin?
Epmd's in effect on the unfinished business tip
? and tony, snappin necks

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[parrish smith]
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 *scratch* 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"

[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"
[pmd] no words at all boy
"strictly snappin necks!"
"epmd is in town"
[pmd] no words at all boy
"strictly snappin necks!"

[parrish smith]
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"

[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"
[pmd] no words at all boy
"strictly snappin necks!"
"epmd is in town"
[pmd] no words at all boy
"strictly snappin necks!"

[parrish]
Scsu!
Epmd's in effect
Snappin necks n cashin checks

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[p] aiyyo whassup e man?
[e] yo coolin pmd
[p] true true man, i just been lampin man
[p] so what you been up to lately man?
[e] just been loungin man, knowhati'msayin?
[p] true true man, yo man, who's your boy over there man?
[e] oh that's my man from out of town
[p] oh word man? yo whassup man? my name is p man
[b] how you doin man? my name is frankie anto man
[b] but my friends, they call me frank b
[p] oh word man? nice to meet you man
[p] so yo man e, what you gettin into tonight man?
[e] yo p man i'm bout to flex downtown to this club
[p] word man? yo man, that sounds cool man
[p] i think i'm with that man - yo you wan' do that?
[e] let's do this man
[p] aight bet man
[b] yo, yo hold up wait a minute guys man
[b] you guys mind if i go witchu to this club man?
[p] ahah aiyyo man e i don't know about that man
[p] last time we took somebody with us man
[p] we had to carry him home man, he got out of control
[p] the whole nine yars, yaknowhati'msayin man?
[b] nah man, that's not me man, i can handle my liquor man
[b] i just go to have a good time and dance man
[b] drinkin is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch
[p] are you sure man?
[b] positive man -- positively positive
[p] aight man, l-let's take him then

[e] we went out that night
[p] to a club downtown
[e] that was very high class
[p] and had boomin sounds
[e] we went in
[p] and we were dressed to impress
[e] fly women and girlies
[p] lookin their very best
[e] we took a seat at the bar
[p] feelin brand new
[e] frank ordered drinks, no liquor
[p] just plain old brew
[e] he finished it
[p] then he ordered one more
[e] and another
[p] and another
[e] and that made four
[p] he seen this fly girlie
[e] suave and deboinaire
[p] light skinned complexion
[e] with long black hair
[p] but this girl was ug-ly
[e] i mean her body was through
[p] but after four drinks or more
[e] she looked like paula abdul

[frank b]
You know what baby? you startin to look good
You startin to look real good
You startin to remind me of that superstar - paula abdul

[p] the party was over
[e] it was time to go
[p] you insisted on drivin
[e] when we said no

[frank b]
Nah guys, y'know? i can drive myself home man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when i feel nice (p: are you sure man?)
Are you kidding me man?
That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch
I could drink that all night

[e] so you got in your car
[p] swervin on the road
[e] there was a cop in the bushes
[p] on radar patrol
[e] the light turned green
[p] and you decided to stop
[e] it turned red
[p] you took off
[e] and got pulled over by a cop

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[p] you overdid it homes
[e] you had too much to drink

* police siren sound *

[frank b, parrish smith as the cop]
Ah excuse me, can i see your license and registration please?
I don't have my license registration right now
But if you give me a chance, i can go home and get it
Oh what are you a wiseguy son?
No i don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from dominican republic
By the time i got to motor vehicle, motor vehicle was closed
Oh it was closed?
Yeah it was closed
Oh what's your name son?
My name is frankie nato, but my friends, they call me frank b
How bout you officer - whatchu call yourself?
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat?
You don't know who that is? that's a superstar
Paula abdul, say hi paula
Oh yeah that's paula abdul?
Have you been drinkin son?
Oh no i don't drink man, the only thing i drink is fruit punch
Ok son you wanna turn your car off
And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please?
Where we goin officer?
I want you to come sit in the backseat
And blow in this tube for me please
Wait a minute, i ain't no faggot
I never blow anything in my life, and don't plan to
How bout you officer - you blowin anything?
Just blow into the tube son
Okay okay man * blows into the tube *

Oh what's this man? two point oh?
Oh guns'n'roses dude!
You might as well get ?
Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk!
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me i'm drunk man?
Somethin wrong with that machine
That machine need a good fixin man
That's what i think officer
No you know what i think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, i have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's finished witchu, you gonna be workin in alaska
So dress warm, as a matter of fact
I suggest you go out and buy yourself a sheepdog
Cause it gets bitterly cold out there

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[e] have you ever been coolin
[p] on a friday night
[e] wit your friends gettin wasted
[p] just feelin nice
[p] you continued to drink
[e] when you know you should stop
[p] the next thing you know
[e] you're behind is caught
[p] your body gets numb
[e] so you slow up the pace
[p] your mouth gets watery
[e] and you can't feel your face
[p] you finally make it home
[e] and the fun begins
[p] you try to pass out
[e] but here comes the spins
[p] so you turn and toss
[e] then you toss and turn
[p] your head gets light
[e] and your chest starts to burn
[p] so you lay on your stomach
[e] and you tuck in your chin
[p] pail by your bedside
[e] now the breathing begins

[frank b]
Oh, oh god, just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let me make it through the night god
I promise i'll never have another drink again
I'll never drink again, as long as i live
* pukes several times *

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[parrish]
You overdid it
Hey yo this is epmd tellin you not to drink and drive
Cause ain't nuttin cool about chillin in a coffin six feet under
Youknowwhati'msayin?

[frank b]
Yo, this is frank b
And learn from others mistakes homes!

[parrish]
And don't let peer pressure get to you
Cause it costs you, or your life, or somebody else's life
In the long run

[erick]
And it's like that
And if you don't believe you can get the bozack

[parrish]
See-ya!

[frank b]
5000

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