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M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From **lf**New York **lf**straight talk America''s best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest **lf**The style **lf**of the rap makes your hands clap Take care sucker ''cause the lines **lf**are **lf**strapped They mean business no time for play If you bite a line they **lf**blow **lf**you away The more you bite your body gets hot Don''t get too cold **lf**because you **lf**might get shot Knowin'' that my rhyme''s like a poisonous rat Don''t play **lf**dumb **lf**boy, you''re smarter than that It''s my thing The rhythmatic style keeps **lf**the **lf**rhymes flowin'' The friends already bitin'' without you knowin'' You **lf**can''t **lf**understand why your body''s gettin'' weaker Then you realize it''s the **lf**voice **lf**from the speaker The mind becomes delirious Situation serious Don''t **lf**get ill, **lf**go and get curious Enough about that, let''s get on to somethin'' better **lf**And if **lf**it gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water, **lf**I''ll get **lf**you a cup And if you don''t wantit, then burn the hell up I''m tellin'' **lf**ya now, **lf**boy, you ain''t jack Talkin'' that junk like Mr. T is your back But he''s **lf**not So **lf**don''t act cute ''Cause if we do, you in high pursuit It''s my thing **lf**As the song **lf**goes on, you will notice a change The way I throw down, the way I say **lf**my name **lf**The mike that I''m packin'' is flame resistant So M.C.s be cool, and **lf**keep your **lf**distance When I walk into the party, girls are screamin'' at me I park **lf**my mike **lf**in my holst'' and the I yell, ''Freeze'' Music please Oh, where was I? **lf**Oh, yes **lf**Say a def rhyme then I burn the rest Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can **lf**tell **lf**that you like it The emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic The **lf**mind **lf**is weary, floatin'' like a dove Sweatin'' the thing just like if you was **lf**makin'' **lf**love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration, it''s **lf**the **lf**perfect method It''s my thing The wack I subtract The strong I attack **lf**The ones **lf**who got the mike and freeze, I throw back I perfect and eject make **lf**M.C.s **lf**sweat Take ''em off on the mike then I tell ''em ''Step'' Not waiting or **lf**debating **lf**cause M.C.s keep hatin'' Play me too close like two dogs mating Now **lf**let''s get **lf**on with the rest of the lesson I don''t really like it when suckers **lf**start **lf**messin'' Tryin'' to make a scene, talkin'' very loud Talkin'' more junk to **lf**attract a crowd You say you won the battle, your first mistake You get **lf**the **lf**quietest stuff like you was at a wake In the beginnin'', ya knew ya **lf**wasn''t **lf**winnin'' Now you for shame, your hair starts bendin'' Kind of upset, **lf**boy, I **lf**understand You lost again, I won goddamn It''s my thing **lf**My funky fresh lyrics **lf**put you in a spirit I speak a little louder for you suckers can''t hear **lf**it The **lf**rhymes I design are right on time And at the crown of the mike, I **lf**flash a **lf**danger sign ''Cause I''m the thrilla of Manila, M.C. cold-killa Drink **lf**Budweiser, cannot stand Miller M.C.s cold-clockin'' till the party''s **lf**through **lf**Then they tap me on my shoulder, say ''This Bud''s for You'' To be a real **lf**M.C. **lf**You can''t be obedient To be smooth is the main ingredient You have to **lf**be **lf**silky like a Milky Way To be able to make it work, you rest and play I **lf**control the pace of the rate the rhymes goin'' How loud I project and **lf**to where **lf**they''re flowin'' Slow, yes, just like they''re oil The comparison is **lf**wave like **lf**the motion of water Smooth It''s my thing While the record is spinnin'' **lf**Got **lf**your fly-girly grinnin'' MD is on the mike, ya know I''m only beginnin'' **lf**Rod''s **lf**fresh and fresh, you never heard me fess Scored a 110 on my M.C. test **lf**My **lf**rhymes are stronger than Tyson Hold an M.C. license When I grab the **lf**mike **lf**M.C.s get frightened I''m dangerous I need a cross and bones Lounge, **lf**homeboy, **lf**you in the danger zone What I mean by lounge, I don''t mean bitin'' Huh, **lf**ya **lf**mess around and we''ll be fightin'' It''s all right if ya bite but don''t **lf**recite **lf**Because the rhymes are mine and that ain''t right But until then, just **lf**chill **lf**to the next episode Donald J, yo, release the close It''s my thing