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You Gots 2 Chill '97
Lyricist：Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Donald Boyce, George M Brown, Robert Mickens, Erick Sermon, Claydes Smith, Parrish G Smith, Dennis Thomas, Roger Troutman, Richard Westfield
You gots 2 chill, check it one, two, check it one, two
[Incomprehensible], check it, check it, check it, black eye
As I step to the mic with the B-boy stance
To the braveheart M.C's, I wouldn't take a chance
Keep quiet while the M.C rap
And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback
The E double E is my name I spell
Things to decline I tell my squad rocks well
I'm in your hood, comin' through like mud
Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit
I got major chips, I push the flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, I'm equipped
Well, my name is MD, I'm known as the Motivator
Funky beat maker, new jack terminator
Enjoy to destroy because your rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin' no click, why P, 'cause I'm a B-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot
The green-eyed bandit scratching Mic Doc
In the beginnin' we had to let the world know
Now, EPMD is clockin' all the dough
Sit back and relax, ofcourse the biz phat
TV wit the phone in the back
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots 2 chill
I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker
The dude wanna play me and my crew, that's rude
I'm dope when I get down to the beat
I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets
My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club
P yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs
Talkin' large money when I see your bank stubs
I take control of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll
Well, it's P double E M D E E
Here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin' traps and land mines
Did thousand shows faced many places
EPMD is back and yo, throw the tape in
'Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground, hardcore funk, than what we gave you
Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu
Business to take 2's Stadium and venues
Wit E and I'm the microphone doctor
And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D
It's no doubt, the world shocker
Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah, we both get ill
So believe me when I tell you boy, you gots 2 chill
Yo, I'm in the house now
Dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow, amazed like wow
E and P return like D
Last dragon to show M.C just what's happenin'
I get biz and that's an natural fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark and E on your back
Worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin' to 'em and run right through
I'm makin crazy G's, politicin' on my mobile phone
D double about the microphone
'Cause we're the funky rhyme maker
Puffing[Incomprehensible]
The one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react
We keep the money stackin', fingers snappin', tappin'
When it's time to roll, Uzi patrol still packin'
EPMD, the mics are only friend
Took a break for a while and now we back again
So, if you think about gamblin', you better come prepared
EPMD is takin' all the shares, you gots 2 chill
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