Get the Bozack

[Intro: Parrish Smith] Ah, yeah, vacation's over, suckers still pickin' on a four-leaf clover As I say mic check, EPMD's in effect Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks As I flex then wrecks, so E was next [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Shazam, let me tell you who I am The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N Call me a lumberjack or a midland warrior Doin' damage to the world worse than Hurricane Gloria I'm serious, you can say I'm furious You're sayin' in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious A rare rap style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual [Verse 2: Parrish Smith] While I'm makin' and takin', MCs shakin' and flakin' Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin' MCs like potatoes, beats kickin' like Kato Gettin' philosophical like the Greek man Plato (Who?) The Greek man Plato (Who?) The Greek man Plato But I'm the A.K.A to flow, bro As you all well know, I do a show Pick up the dough and ho, break to the limo Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo Crack the Olde Gold as we roll and stroll Don't play bold, sucker, 'cause you was told Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold So quit the singin', come swingin' 'cause of the beat that I'm bringin' Tryin' to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack Not fiction but fact, black, believe that Then put away your demo 'cause the brother is back And get the bozack, E [Verse 3: Erick Sermon] Yo, as I sing and do my thing, I might sing Jane or the whole shabang But if I snap during the course of the rap P tap me on the back, throw the crowd a flap Just to distract 'til I'm intact Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack Groove to the rhythm of a funky track Like (Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back) I come correct with the context and then next Then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex Then check for a second, yo, then say (R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect For me the E Double, or the MC rap goddess 'Cause me and PMD, we get ours regardless So get the bozack, P [Verse 4: Parrish Smith] Yo, time to get funky-raw Stomp mudholes and posses (Like who?) like Gigantor 'Cause when we roll, we come fully equipped Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips Like a detenator with no ticks I then trick or slip Or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed You must be sick or on my diznick like a jim hat Your shit ain't pumpin' and your rhymes are wack 'Cause you're a nickel dime sucker who hangs with Tommy Tucker Like KRS-One says, you a part time sucker Who works O.T. to be like me The Capital P, the M, I'm like D To slay an emcee on the S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E So get the bozack, E [Verse 5: Erick Sermon] Yo, the MC Grand Royal on the microphone Terrorist, mafioso, AK E Capone I'm no joke on the stroke, I broke so don't choke No hopes folks, I quote note for note You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (What?) And does the wild thing, like my boy Tone Loc It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit Don't catch a nitfit because my style's legit Brand new from the crew for you, no voodoo A trick from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu Equipped with the posse and the time I need Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed So get the bozack, P [Verse 6: Parrish Smith] Yo, mic checkin', checkin' and checkin' and checkin' Scan the crowd then start wreckin' Either kill or be killed in the field of hip-hop 'Cause if you're slow you blow, you get popped, mopped and dropped If you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and boos I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise Past a poo-puttin' sucker who's all about schemin' Waxin' the P twice, you must be dreamin' 'Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth, you foam Sayin', "Deep down inside, I should've left P alone" 'Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin' the track To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm back In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack Premeditate my assassination and come strapped Playin' rough and tough but when I called your bluff You tried to post on a microphone doctor and got snuffed [Outro: Parrish Smith] So get the bozack So get the bozack You get the bozack (Know what I mean?) Get the bozack Know what I'm sayin', E man? Those ridin' the bozack Tell them crab MCs like this, yo Get the bozack Get the bozack Get the bo-, the bo-, the bo- bozack Get the bozack Get the bozack Yo I don't play