Epmd - Roc-Da-Spot lyrics

rate me

Yeahhhh!

Uhh, yeah

Yeh, feel me!

When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot

The E-R-I-C-K is my name I spell

I'm the capital P, capital M

The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker

Uhh, you are now tuned in to a hip-hop movie

Starrin two MC's, featurin E

P-M-D, b-boys in the house

New York rappers, they play me in the South

So I don't have to do them, I'm a do me

Rock on to the break of dawn

Like PM Dawn, I get reckless, when I'm on beats

I show my true {Colors} when I'm in the streets

Yeah we step through militant, rain snow or sleet

Approach with caution when you see me on the street

(Who is that? HIT SQUAD) is comin with the heat

The black sniper rifle lift you off your feet

Your head neck and arm be on the concrete

I'm on some Murdoch, I'm comin for you, so don't sleep

Or wake up with'cha wig split open like watermelon

There's no tellin, when you runnin with them known felons

When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot

{"Who rock the spot? "} P {"Who rock the spot? "} P

I'm the capital P, capital M

The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker

EPMD has been gone for a minute, time to jump back in it

And dot the I's and check the period at the end of the sentence

Discipline, meditation, repentance, gave us clearance

In the re-entrance like a futuristic extension

Need I mention our catalogue and what I'm benchin

When our name comes up yo there's always tension

Don't get hit with the lyrical lynchin

Get at you at the park like in "Baby Boy" don't let me catch you flinchin

E

Sometimes you can see me in the cipher

I'm a star now, like a Mekhi Phifer

Live from the N.Y. state, it's the great, Dub

That nigga from '88, whassup?

Peace to Roger, Zapp in the background

I got the mac no need to back down

Wake up niggaz, EP is back 'round

You my son, I'm a call you Shaq now

Yeah~! Newsflash, just in for rap

What? East and West is back on the map

What? Bassline, hard kicks with the clap

You can walk it out but do it the other way

Gangsta NIAHHH, somethin Dub C would say

Fuck what they say, this what we play

Out the gate, we come with the 8-ball

From the great, game over, rack 'em

P

Yo this goes out to the triple OD O.G.'s

Since "Strictly Biz" I've been a chief rocker with E

(Yo who's he?) A real b-boy MC

You want the recipe? You gotta see me

P, you heard the name now we in the flesh to see

Return like O from "The Wire, " hitman for hire

Blow the dice and roll 'em, 4-5-6

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, we on fire!