[Erick Sermon]
 Uh huh
 Yeah  aww yeah  uhh "Richter Scale"
 It goes lights  camera  action I'm on
 One more time to kill em  my rap flow is fulfilling
 I scream with the Beastie Boys    What time is it?
 It's two o'clock  you gettin knocked out the box
 then kicked off the block  Def Squad Hit Squad
 no we won't stop  fuck it call the cops (uh huh)
 I be the invincible  in the school of hard knocks
 I'm the principle, Fatman Joe y'know
 [Parrish Smith]
 As you suffer the repercussions, comin through the blaze
 bust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggaz duckin
 When we come through, throwin the jab, in the one-two
 Layin MC's out to trap, when we run through (like what?)
 Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
 Get my rhymin on, PMD fuckin shinin on
 Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib
 My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs
 Chorus: Erick Sermon
 Off the meter, and everytime we reach the
 tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!
 In the field of rap, we pull rank no question
 We top the "Richter Scale"
 *repeat 2X*
 [Erick Sermon]
 Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic
 Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal
 Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on
 to get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it
 I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown
 Hell of a jab, gift to gab
 I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level
 I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel
 [Parrish Smith]
 Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era
 Off the richter scale, blowin hotter than ever
 with the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin
 Lost your mind and said, "Shit!!" when we barged in
 the front door door, rugged, keeps our shit raw raw
 Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour


 Believe that, peep that E and P's back
 Wreckin heads daily, so chill and Get the Bozack
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 [Erick Sermon]
 Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin
 Servin you Customers and those fake hustlers
 Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly
 I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy
 I ain't scared of you motherfuckers -- can't you tell?
 Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell, uhh
 I got one life to live so I'm livin
 Got girls to be hittin more cars to be drivin
 [Parrish Smith]
 We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break
 No moves are fake, no warnin shots fired blastin on crews like corrupt
 Jakes
 The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers
 More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer
 So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle
 Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin through, like wild cattle
 We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease
 I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece
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