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Lirik Lagu So What Cha Sayin - EPMD

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Verse One: Erick Sermon Parrish SmithThe employees of the year yeah we're back to workI took time off while all the rappers got jerkedDue to the fact that they're wack and their tracksHave to go back and stack 'cause they lackThe ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . .*DJ Scratch cuts and scratches*Yo I'm the hip hopper plus the show shockerDown with MD yes the microphone doctorOne wrecks, the other destroysAnd if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)We don't play when it's time to slayI take a cut from my homey, yo, then I layback and mack and all the rhymes I packAnd wait for a sucker to jump and then attackWell, I'm known to be the master in the MC fieldNo respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneelCause I produce and get loose, when it's time to performWax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born)Smacked a second time, but on a different assignmentAnd do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignmentCause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a showGirlies on my jock for my dope introAs I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wreckerTurn on my cordless, sayin mic checkaTo the ladies . . . and all party goersSome call me freak, and others slow flowerBrothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steelSo what you sayin?So what you sayin?Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish SmithPuttin heads to bed, straight out the boxMC's, are jumpin out shoes and socksI'm not playin, understand what I'm sayinCatch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayinTakin no shorts, so I'm vital signYou can tell by my lines that I'm gettin minesin eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wineSit back and recline, watch the sun shineTake a stroll, listen to rock and rollCatch a flick at the movies, dance a bowlWhat I chose I refuse to slack while I'm backI take a chance jack, so I must attackWith knick knack paddywack so I won't lackOh my style is def, and as deadly as crackWhile I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lameBattle in the trenches where the funky be playinCause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozenA kin not blood related, but you can call us cousinsCause as we climb the charts, better known as statisticsBrothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballisticsDroppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and moreThe proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard)People round town talkin this and thatOf how we sound like the R, and our music was wackDropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was boldThirty days later, the LP went goldSo what you sayinSo what you sayinVerse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish SmithNow party people it's time for the exquisiteNo knock knock who