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Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam blazin'

Check it, uhh, huh, yoIt's E-Dub on the microphone

My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome

Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome

On safety, spike the mic in the end zoneThis here ain't the average shit, you used to front

And automatic rounds will shoot you

So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said

"Duke, you soft, why you wanna fuck with the boss?"Where should I start? Breakin MCs or shatterin' charts?

It's Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart

The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, split 'er

Front and back and if she wit it, straight in the shitterSo Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack gats and ammo

[Unverified]

With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo

Break down, dismantle, when I scrambleI just get down and I go for mines

Say check 1, 2 and run down the line

Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines

Don't get too close because you might get shotI just get down and I go for mines

Say check 1, 2 and run down the line

Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines

Don't get too close because you might get shotUhh, yo, hey and yo!

EPMD fuckin' with us is bad news

Me and you got different views

What you might say is dope, I say's not

What I might call wack, you'll call hotThe best thing for you is to think and hope

Or get choked and hung with the velvet rope

'Cause you too theatrical, mess around

And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' youThat's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash

Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is what my crew do

Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through

Roadblocks and smear campaigns with the two-twoOr tech nine that'll chew through your waistline

I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline

Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline

I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy while I pace mineYeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?

We've been doin' this shit since [unverified]

I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer

And ice grill him and make you wanna kill him deadAnd walk around leakin' in the bed for the weekend

For playin' with the last Mohican

[Unverified], that's fuck you in Puerto Rican

Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin'Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious

Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious

The true legend got caught, shit, you better call Kevin

Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11I'm danger like Norris, the Texas ranger

The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' head banger

Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill

Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steelI just get down and I go for mines

Say check 1, 2 and run down the line

Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines

Don't get too close because you might get shot

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