Right here, right now? (Parrish Smith) Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh Ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (e-dub) Uh-huh, uh-huh, ya know what that is, word up (wax and tax em) the squadron, pmd, Erick Sermon (millennium ducats) yo, yo Def jam Excuse me! I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two Yo my name's e-dub, so who the fuck are you? I'm locking 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, yeah yeah I love it when my jewels dangles Could see stars, like the bangles When you approach me, address me as Mr. like Bojangles Death decepticon, bad intentions when we repping on Microphones, step in the set and start flexing 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 millennium ducats Fully flossed out, two G's, fisherman bucket 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 Hey yo what's that song, that got the average dude Playing the fool, hitting 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 calisthenics Epmd now, here to get ya With a blow, you could of sworn Roy Jones hit ya 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, riding 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 fronting, yo, you can't fool us Hey yo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire And we won't stop rocking til we retire Who said we out of biz? that there was a liar I'm Sammy Sosa, and P's mark McGuire 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 I jump out the plane and hanglide Hit the ice and slip-slide Niggas don't get it, epmd status, correct me if I'm Mistaken, currently record breaking and still baking Like Kevin to footloose only difference we keep the system quaking 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