Relax while I tax  or you can just max
 It really doesn't matter  just stay the hell back
 Poppin much junk  now the time has arose n
 I pick your card and your name has been chosen
 Not all about ?line opin? or the stick up scene
 "Let it flow!"  you know what I mean
 I'm the PMD  in the place to be
 Clock rhymin and I lock ya  around the tick tocker
 Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
 So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
 Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow
 [Erick Sermon]
 I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like Getti
 Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti
 Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
 He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
 I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
 So if you real, it's no time to slip
 Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
 Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
 Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning
 They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening
 [Parrish] So let the funk flow
 "Let it flow!"
 [Erick Sermon]
 Blastoff, and off you go
 We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
 I would say ?bamba yards?, but I'm not leavin
 I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
 So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
 But I won't leave, until the party is through
 So while I'm here, let me get funky
 Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
 Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
 EPMD them goin nationwide
 [Parrish Smith]
 While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
 You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
 You're out of control, and I'm right on track
 In seconds later I work the bone out your back
 To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
 We like to hang, torture then slaughter
 All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
 E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood
 for dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
 Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
 So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
 Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
 [Erick] So let the funk flow
 "Let it flow!"
 [Parrish Smith]
 Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
 When the brother PMD is on the microphone
 The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
 to go off beat, and come back on time
 To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
 And when it comes to do this, very few remain
 People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
 Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
 Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
 Chillin HARD, with the P on my chest
 Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
 Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy
 [Erick Sermon]
 Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
 Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh
 That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
 The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
 Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
 For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
 I hear the girls out there sayin E is hot
 That only shows you what juice I got
 And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
 There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
 So let the funk flow
 "Let it flow!"
 [Parrish] So let the funk flow
 "Let it flow!"
 [Parrish] Yo, this beat is sort of funky
 [Sermon] Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
 "Let it flow