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Get The Bozack

Yeah, vacation's over

As I say mic check, in eighty-nine, time to wreck

Tellin' all the sucker crab MC's to step, EPMD's in effect

Snappin necks and cashin' large checks, youknowhatI'msayin'?

And we gonna do it somethin' like thisShazam, 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 worse than 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

A rare rap style, not heard by the usual

You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

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

Greek man Plato, The Greek man Plato

But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro as you all well 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 strollDon'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, EAs 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 a slap

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 slap me and I'll slap you back"I come correct with the context, flex

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 slap me and I'll slap you back"

I come correct with the context, and then vex

And then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex

And then check for a second, yoThen say, 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, PYo, time to get funky and raw

Stompin' out posses, like Gigantor

'Cause when I roll I 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 the dilznick, like a jim hatYour shit ain't pumpin' and your rhymes are wack

'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker

Like KRS-One says, you a Part Time Sucka

Who works O.T., to be like me

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, EThe MC Grand Royal on the microphone

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

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 legitBrand 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, PYo, mic checkin', checkin' and checkin' and checkin'

Scanned 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 snooze, 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 schemein'

Wax the P twice, you must be dreamin''Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam

Sayin' deep down 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

'Cause your words are uttered, your wack style is cluttered

Tried to step to the E and the P and got smugYou get the bozack

Yo, get the bozack

Yeah, get the bozack

Yeah, get the bozackUh-huh, yeah

The B, the O, the Z

Get the bozack

Hahhh, yeahGet the bozack, get the bozack

Get the bozack

Get the bozack, get the bozack

Get the bozackGet the bozack

The bozack punk, word up

Yo, I don't play

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