Tom J is in the house, rap is outta control Tom J is in the house, rap is outta control Rap is outta control, rap is outta control Rap is outta control
What's up wit' that homegirl, why you frontin' My raggamuffin', c'mon, help me wit' somethin' You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions I wanna rock
Coming straight from the Boon Dox Coming straight from the Boon Dox Coming straight from the Boon Dox Coming straight from the Boon Dox When my tune
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 Team The E-Double
Who killed Jane, who killed Jane? Not the Squad kid, I think we've been framed Who killed Jane, who killed Jane? Not the Squad kid, I think we've been
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
Anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy? I said, did anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy? Ain't no Two Gun Billy 'round here Who the hell you think
chill with you, then tell her man,"Hi" Then start stalkin', three point shot like Hershey Hawkins Takin' it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins Yo, I come through camouflaged with the Squadron entourage Lookin' like ghetto superstars EPMD
PMD Yo Won't you do a me a favor? Yo chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later Jane Jane Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm
' you down Green Eyed Bandit, holdin' it down Yeah, I'm holdin' you down Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, when on the low They be peepin' me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
DubYo whassup P? PMDYo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop Our
get bigger (Now you know) Not to mess with a gold digger 'Coz she's a gold digger 'Coz she's a gold digger 'Coz she's a gold digger Yeah, EPMD's in
G's, Fisherman bucket Who? EPMD got checks to cash What what? Drop bombs for the clubs to blast When? Right now, so my crew could flash Where? Right here, get the money and stash Who? EPMD
a punk that talk too lenient When I speak to a motherfucker, I mean it So open Sesame and let down the main gate But before you scream EPMD, you should
EPMD, Def Jam blazin' Check it, uhh, huh, yo It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four
, while all the rappers got jerked Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack The ingredients . . . epmd
Jam This is the funk (huh) comin out of your trunk Erick and Parrish for years we've been makin it thump From East to West coast, EPMD you pump Icons
it, until you stupid niggaz understand it It's been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin' Wack MC's we straight stunnin' When we roll up, unexpected, undetected Resurrected, EPMD