Epmd

Epmd - Get the Bozack lyrics

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[Parrish Smith]

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-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-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

[Parrish Smith]

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..

[Erick Sermon]

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..

[Parrish Smith]

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 detenator 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 C-L-U-E

So get the bozack.. E..

[Erick Sermon]

Yo, the MC Grand Royal on the micraphone

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..

[Parrish Smith]

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 Micraphone Doctor and got snuffed

So get the bozack

You get the bozack

You get the B-the-O-the-Zack

Get the bozack

KnowhatI'msayin E man?

Brothers ridin the bozack

[Erick Sermon]

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..

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