The employees of the year  yeah we're back to work
 I took time off  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 and Scratch for that . . .
 *DJ Scratch cuts and scratches*
 Yo  I'm the hip hopper  plus the show shocker
 Down with MD  yes the microphone doctor
 One wrecks, the other destroys
 And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)
 We don't play when it's time to slay
 I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay
 back and mack and all the rhymes I pack
 And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack
 Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field
 No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
 Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
 Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born)
 Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
 And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment
 Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
 Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
 As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker
 Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka
 To the ladies . . . and all party goers
 Some call me freak, and others slow flower
 Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel
 So what you sayin?
 So what you sayin?
 Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
 Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
 MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks
 I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin
 Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin
 Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign
 You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines
 in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine
 Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine
 Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll
 Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl
 What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back
 I take a chance jack, so I must attack
 With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack
 Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack
 While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame
 Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin
 Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen
 A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
 Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics
 Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics
 Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more
 The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard)
 People round town talkin this and that
 Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
 Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
 Thirty days later, the LP went gold
 So what you sayin
 So what you sayin
 Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
 Now party people it's time for the exquisite
 No knock knock who that over there or who is it
 It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
 No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
 So hot, so you can say I'm blazin
 Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am
 "Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting"
 For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double
 Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple
 I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired
 And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired
 Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin
 In an all out battle, P comes out swingin
 Cause I'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines
 And if the odds against me, I still drop lines
 and get mines on time that's why most resign
 Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline
 Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime
 Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine
 So what you sayin
 So what you sayin