As I step to the mic with the b boy stance  to the braveheart m.c.'s
 I wouldn't take a chance  keep quiet while the m.c. rap
 And if you disrespect me  it's the big payback
 The E double E is my name  I spell  things to decline I tell
 My squad rocks well  I'm in your hood  comin through like mud
 Chromed out  beamed out  in a all black truck
 You a player  what team you wit  I got major chips, I push the flyest
 whips
 Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
 No matter what the steez, I'm equipped
 Verse Two: PMD
 Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
 New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
 Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy
 When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
 Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
 Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax
 Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back
 Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
 Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
 Verse Three: Erick Sermon
 I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
 Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope
 When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the
 streets
 My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club
 [P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
 I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when
 I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul
 Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll
 Verse Four: PMD
 Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow
 wit E
 When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
 Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows
 Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in
 Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
 Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you
 Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu, business to take 2's
 Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone doctor
 And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the world
 shocker
 Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell
 You boy, you gots to chill
 Verse Five: Erick Sermon
 Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
 Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just
 What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like Zoro
 I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe
 gangstas
 Say somethin to them, and run right through them
 Verse Six: PMD
 I'm makin crazy G's, politicin on my mobile phone, D double
 About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker
 Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
 I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin
 Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol
 Still packin, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a
 while
 And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come
 prepared
 EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill