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Chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill

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Chill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeahEquipped with the rap microchip

Program, aptitude, one mo' return, aww

(Shit)

My face in the magazines, showin' my eyes green

(Chill)

Chill, freshly dipped when I'm seenYo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double

I pack a Mac-10 just in case of trouble

Hot like a handle on a pot, I'm steamin'

Fame and more glory than Morgan FreemanI'm the original, my style's deformed

So it can sound crazy ill when I perform

Yeah, check one two mic supreme

EPMD, the rap American Dream TeamThe E-Double's definitely no joke

You can't see me, even with a microscope

I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer

Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N PepaErick Sermon and Parrish Smith

The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest

Hardcore rhymin', yeah, that's the ticket

Buckwhylin', rough enough for Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandBack up, boy, move easy with the hand motion

Don't even blink kid, or I'ma start smokin'

The glock hammer's cocked with the speed shot

Twelve shots, the bust target is the brown foxSo call me smooth talk, rhyme jaywalk with the slang talk

B-boy fanatic, straight from New York

The foundation, landmark of the rap scene

EPMD in effect, I'm clockin' mad greenLike Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog

Girl was runnin' wild, ate her like a corndog

Four mics are ready to flow in slow mo'

Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes

(Yeah)Hard, you get scarred, messin' with the Hit Squad

Slide easy or catch a bull shucks charge

No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill

Get the Macadamians, and oh yeah kid, chillChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah

Rough enough to break New York

From Long IslandChill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill

Chill, chill, chill, chill

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