Strictly Snappin' Necks

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, 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" 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" No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" 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 'ho' 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 'ho', 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" 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 draw joints 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" No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" "EPMD is in town" No words at all boy "Strictly snappin necks!" SCSU! EPMD's in effect Snappin necks n cashin checks