Unfinished Business

P - hello hello, may i speak to the e?
E - this is me... is this the doctor m.d.?
Yo p it's kinda early, who's there laverner and shirley?
Is it kate and allie, or some other girlie?
Well anyway, yo p you know i'm lazy
Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy
P - excuse me, but i'm sorry e double
It's a terrible situation and it might cause trouble
Throw on your coat jump in your benz and come over
E - why p?
P - yo, i think jane is on my sofa
E - what?
P - last night i was all alone
Cold watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown
Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you
Maybe 10:15, or maybe 10:22
E - where was i?
P - i don't know, you wasn't there
Threw on the link rolex watch and fresh gear
I grabbed my key, along with the cash flow
Shifted out the door to the local disco
E - where'd you go, not to that ran down pub
P - hell no... i was coolin at a club
It was spanish night, so i was drinkin molta
Threw on a little tango, plus a little salsa
Seen a fly girl, standin next to me
So i slid over to her very non-chalantly
She was def, body perfectly fit
She was packin, a 300-e with the kit
I said, "kitten, how ya doin miss?"
I said, "hello my name is parrish"
E - "hi, my name is cris"
P - "can i buy you a drink?"
E - "yes"
P - "what will it be?"
E - "a martini and rossi, asi spumante.
By the way is that your caadillac allante
Parked outside right next to my monte
Car? you can call it, my ex-husband bought it."
P - put my ego up here and said it's time to go for it
"this place is a drag, grab your coat and bag.
We'll have drinks on the house, back at my pad."
We got to my house we walked through the door
Threw on "night and day" by
E - al. b sure
P - she grabbed me, gave me kiss on the lips
So i grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips
I got ahead of myself, because i wanted to flirt
Took off the g-strings and the v-neck skirt
Put my eho up here
E - yeah it's time to do work
P - i felt the movement below so it's time to react
I went in my back utility belt anad pulled out a jim hat
I bust a move... when it came to that
But then she freaked it, and grabbed the bozack
Started dpom it, then she called me the master
E - you got bigger, better, stronger and much faster
P - at first i laughed, as if it was a joke
But then my heart skipped a beat, and i lost a stroke
I said to myself, oh no it couldn't be
The j to the a to the n to the e
E - yo p don't tell me it was jane you were douchin
With the anita baker head
P - nah more like whitney houston
E - while the record's still playing to al b. sure's "effect mode"
Stay tuned, to be continued on the next episode
Peace, i'm audi 5000

[dub] yo whassup p?
[pmd] yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit dj scratch
And my man frank b, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our demo and everybody was dishin, youknowhati'msayin?
[dub] yo p tell em whassup man

Verse one: parrish smith

We was coolin in my car one day you see
Clockin a double nickel on the l-i e
When it dawned on us that it was, ten o'clock
Turned on the tunes to hear the dj's rock
The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin
E and i was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin
In and out of fantasies on how large we can get
Coolin in rocks and benzes with the ground effect kits
I wanted black, e was on the two-tone
Stupid boomin system with the hands-free phone
The dream gets better and i would like to go on
But i was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop our demo and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die
Holdin up traffic, on the fdr drive
We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear
E double had to push while md steered
There went our dreams, to cruise in golden limos
And all we kept sayin was please listen to my demo

Please listen to my demo (3x)
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo

Verse two: erick sermon

In the year eighty-seven when we first took off
When i jumped to p-6-8 and broke north
Walkin the big city streets of manhattan
Buildings, whole nine yards, so enchantin
Thinkin if we got a chance, we could rock it
Funky fresh demo tape in my pocket
We was walkin, and got dissed twice today
Then we stopped at 1974 broadway
We walked in with grins on our chins
And p had juice from mr. virgo simms
He played the tape and we started to laugh
Played ?if it was sock? and they swoop and backstab
People start to smile inside we buckwhylin
Sayin this all started back from freestylin
They liked it, and they were very kind
But me and p was like, "yo e, where do we sign?"
Went in the backroom, things was luvy duvy
Met ron resnick, and his partner juggy
Things was cool, as i remembered
We signed the dotted line, now we fresh record members
Had dreams, of fancy cars and limos
And i wanted was somebody, to listen to my demo

Please listen to my demo (3x)
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo (2x)

[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

[erick sermon]
As the wind sets the mood, it's time to let off
A sucker tried to play me, the e i'm not soft
I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs like warsaw
It reminds me, back in 1984
When i went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high schools
Dyin to get busy, because i knew i had the tools
Then i got the heart and went by the set
I said, "yo, i wanna rock the set" "yeah no sweat"
Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it
The style i flowed, the way i shaked and baked it
Later on i made a record, and got recognition
Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes epmd, now i'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features
That used to diss me, when i was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and i won't stop
To be the master, in the field of hip-hop
I did that, and got a name for myself
The image of e, and all of my wealth
I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same
Oh what a shame, i diss em
Who to blame? it wasn't me it was the .. "fame!"

[p] it wasn't me it was the .. "fame!"

[parrish smith]
Before i cut records i had dreams of livin large
Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards
But when i told my college friends they kicked back and laughed
Said, "you better grab your books and take your behind to class"
They said, "you couldn't make a record and expect to get paid
Cause there's too many def rappers in the world today"
I said, "yo, my name is m.d. and my style is def"
They said, "your name is parrish son, you're like all the rest
Frontin you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess"
But when you heard my record playin, your mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin
But i just lounge, and cool with the fellas
Like my roomie d-wade, top notch, and james ellis
I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow
First name was terry, last name romanello
My records started sellin then p withdrew
From the college southern con, known as scsu
But when i often go and visit they say, "p bust a rhyme"
I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace sign
They wanna feel my gold and sport my rolex
But p reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex
And when i step up on the scene i always hear them whisper
"yo p's not the same, did you see him diss you?"
I go deep into my thoughts, then i questioned my brain
It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. "fame!"

[p] it wasn't me it was the .. "fame!"

[erick sermon]
Oh!
Now you wanna know me, before you wasn't speakin
Now you watch yo! mtv raps every weekend
Just to see me, the e and the p
Coolin out on the scene, with fab 5 freddy
Back then you didn't know, that i was determined
To be a def rapper with the name erick sermon
To be a crowd mover, someone that cause trouble
Then i thought, and came up with e double
I can't forget, how they used to diss
Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But i got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now i clock g's, trunk jewels, and star trims
Cool around town, and flex my black benz
Definitely hooked up, with the system that cranks
Livin well off, with the ? in the bank
Epmd, is erick parrish makin dollars
Always on tour, so you can call us roads/rhodes scholars
You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you been because we miss you
I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the .. "fame!"

[e] it wasn't me it was the .. "fame!"

[parrish smith]
As i freak a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm
I use my crazy def talent, that god has given
Me to flow slow, and still live large
To drop a def lp, and catch mc's off guard
Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the mall
But on the s.t., the sneak tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble
"they got lucky on strictly biz but watch the next one crumble"
My father always told me to wisen up son
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one
So i cut my friends off, and p went for self
Me and erick sermon, and no one else
Strictly writin def lyrics to my best ability
With the crazy imagination as my only utility
Cause mc's around my way brag how def they are
But now they workin full time, and sharin their mom's cars
Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can rock
But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the clock
Yeah we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt
But don't blame us, blame god, it's his fault
For assistin us on the mission of a point of no return
To do a crab mc, who did not learn
Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not
And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot
So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and respect
Between me and you sonny, straight up, i'm like death
I cooled on the run tour, with flavor and chuck
Jazzy jeff and the fresh prince but i guess that was luck
I did shows in crazy countries, like europe and france
Copenhagen, denmark, and amsterdam
I even been to our country, that they call africa
Keep your eyes on your girl, cause p'll be watchin around the
Tick tick'n, yo check out p rippin
A new way to sway, cause brothers keep vickin
Flows and echoes, that sound exact
But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack
So take it in stride, by the way i'm still the same
First name is still parrish, sue's my girl, nuttin changed
You insist i act funny, but who's to blame?
It wasn't yo! mtv raps, the money, or soul train
It was the .. "fame!"

[p] it wasn't me it was the .. "fame!"

* dj k. la boss cuts up "fame!" *

[erick and parrish talk to outro]

[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

[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