You Gots to Chill '97

[Parrish Smith] You gots to chill [Erick Sermon] Checka one-two, checka one-two Turn me up, a lil' more Check it, check it, check it [Parrish Smith] Blackout [Erick Sermon] As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance To the braveheart MC's, I wouldn't take a chance Keep quiet while the MC rap And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback The E double E is my name, I spell Thanks to the clientele, my Squad rocks well I'm in your hood, comin through like what? Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck You a player, what team you with? I got major chips, I push the flyest whips Got the flyest chicks, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped [Parrish Smith] Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator Funky beat maker, new jack terminator Enjoy to destroy, because your rhymes are 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, Scratch and Mic Doc In the beginnin, we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough Sit back and relax, of course the biz phat TV with the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill [Erick Sermon] I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude Want to 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 the clubs (Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?) I'm the big bear and some of y'all are baby cubs Talkin large money when I seen your bank stubs I take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll [Parrish Smith] Well it's P, Double-E, M-D-E-E Here to bless the track and flip the flow with E When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines Did thousand of shows, laced many places EPMD's back and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come with the flavor Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, aiyyo what's next on the menu This is the take two, stadiums and venues With E, and I'm the microphone doctor And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D Is no doubt, the world shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill So believe me when I tell you boy... You gots to chill [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the house now Dudes with ice grills raise they eyebrow, amazed like wow! E and P return like D _Last Dragon_ to show MC's just what's happenin I get biz and that's an natural fact I'm like Zorro, I mark an E on your back Worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangsters Say somethin to 'em, and run right through 'em [Parrish Smith] I'm makin crazy G's politickin on my mobile phone The E-Double about the microphone Cause we're the funky rhyme maker, puffin Garcia Vegas The one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react We keep the money stackin, fingers snappin toes tappin When it's time to roll, uzi patrol, we're still packin EPMD, the mic's our only friend Took a break for a while, and now we back again So if you think about gamblin, you better come prepared EPMD's takin all the shares, you gots to chill