MC's out there
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk
America's best
Cold wild Long Island
is where we rest
Style of the rap
makes your hands clap
Take care of myself
because the lines are strapped
Day mean business
no time for play
If you bite a line
we'll roll your way
The more you bite
your body gets hot
Don't get too close
because you might get shot
Gnawin at my rhyme
like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumb boy
you're smarter than that
It's my thing
The rhythmatic style
keeps the rhyme flowin
Good friends already bitin
without you knowin
Can't understand
why your body's gettin weaker
Then you realize
it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious
situation serious
Don't get ill go and get curious
Nuff about that
let's get on to somethin better
And if gets warm
take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water
I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it
then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy
you ain't jack
Talkin much junk
like Mr. T at your back
But he's not so don't act cute
Cause if you do you
in hot pursuits
It's my thing
As the song goes on
you will notice a change
The way I throw down
the way I say my name
The mic that I'm packin
is flame resistant
So MC be cool
and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls
are screamin at me
I park my mic in my holst'
and then I yell FREEZE
music please
Ah where was I Oh yes
Say a def rhyme
then I plumb the rest
Everytime I rock a rhyme
I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong
like the mind of a psychic
The mind is weary
floatin' like a dove
Sweatin' a thing
like if you was makin' love
Control the crowd
so they can accept it
Total concentration
is the perfect method
It's my thing
The wack I subtract
the strong I attack
The ones who grab
the mic and freeze
I throw it back
I perfect and eject
make MC's sweat
Take em off on the mic
then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating
cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close
like two dogs mating
Now let's get on
with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it
when suckers start messin
Tryin to make a scene
talkin very loud
Talkin much junk to
attract a crowd
You say you wanna battle
your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff
like you was at a wake
In the beginnin
you knew you wasn't winnin
Now you feel ashamed
your head starts bendin
Kinda upset boy I understand
You lost again I won god damn
It's my thing
My funky fresh lyrics
put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you
suckers can't hear it
The rhymes I designed
are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic
flash a danger sign
Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla
MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser
cannot stand Miller
MC's cold clockin
til the party's through
Then they tap me
on my shoulder and say
This Bud's for you
To be a real MC
you can't be obedient
To be smooth is
the main ingredient
You have to be silky
like a Milky Way
To be able to make it work
you rest and play
I control the pace of the rate
the rhymes blowin
Hydraulically jacked
is the way they're flowin
Slow yes just like they're awed
The comparison is wave
like the motion of water smooth
While the record is spinnin
got your fly girlie grinnin
MD is on the mic you know
I'm only beginnin
Rhymes fresher than fresh
never heard me fess
Scored 110 on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson
hold a MC license
When I grab the mic
MC's get frightened
I'm dangerous
I need a cross and bones
Lounge homeboy you
in the danger zone
What I mean by lounge
I don't mean bitin huh
You mess around
and we'll be fightin
It's alright if you bite
but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine
and that ain't right
But until just chill
to the next episode
Donald J yo release the code
It's my thing