[Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith)
 Yeah  uh huh
 Uh huh
 Ah y'all know what  that is  yo  uh huh (E Dub)
 Uh huh  uh huh  y'know what that is  word up
 (Wax and tax em) The Squadron  PMD  Erick Sermon
 (Millenium Ducats) Yo  yo.. uh huh
 Def Jam

 [Erick Sermon]
 Excuse me! I'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two
 Yo my name's E Dub  so who the fuck are you?
 I'm lockin it down now  and that's that
 I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap
 Hold your gat, I can't control the sound
 If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down
 Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare
 like UHH-HUH.. YEAH YEAH..

 [Parrish Smith]
 I love it when my jewels dangles
 could see stars, like the Bangles
 When you approach me, adress me as Mr. like Bojangles
 Death Decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on
 microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
 your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand
 Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand
 Fuck it, Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
 Fully flossed out, two G's, Fisherman bucket

 Chorus: EPMD (repeat 2X)

 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

 [Erick Sermon]
 Aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude
 playin the fool, hittin the bong with Cheech and Chong
 What? Me and Mic Doc rock the spot like we're up
 with more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-TAH)
 Pure player, my rap flow's athletic
 Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics
 EPMD now.. here to getcha
 with a blow, you coulda sworn Roy Jones hit ya

 [Parrish Smith]
 Cats can't hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy
 Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie
 cause I'm hype again, with E Double, on the mic again
 Crack a 40, spark a L, then pop a ?Perkadan?
 Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy
 No diggy, E and P tight like Lenny and Squiggy
 Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler
 And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us

 Chorus

 [Erick Sermon]
 Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire
 And we won't stop rockin til we retire
 Who said we _Out of Biz_? That there was a liar
 I'm Sammy Sosa, and P's Mark McGwire
 Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye
 If you wanna hate me, do it now, try
 I'm lethal, take it back to EPMD third album
 and do it _For My People_

 [Parrish Smith]
 I jump out the plane and hanglide
 Hit the ice and slip-slide
 Niggaz don't get it, EPMD status, correct me if I'm
 mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin
 like Kevin to Footloose only difference we keep the sytsem quakin
 Dusk to dawn, word is bond
 You fuck with EPMD, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on
 Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters
 Quick to roast ya
 Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya

 Chorus