Strictly Snappin' Necks

[Chorus] EPMD is in town I hear voices sayin', "That's Erick Sermon" Stri-stri-strictly snappin' necks EPMD is in town I hear voices sayin', "That's Erick Sermon" Stri-stri-strictly snappin' necks [Verse 1: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] And just when you thought it was safe to make records The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin' E Double swingin' high, Sermon, I'm swingin' low Washin' wannabees down, with some H2O As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow Any has, PMD? Hell no I'm blowin' rappers off course like the S.S. Minnow That's not your rhyme, sonny, so please let go my Eggo I hear voices sayin', "That's Erick Sermon" [Verse 2: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission Front face and center and face your competition As I rock, you jock and in shock And have fear when the E is on the spot You pulled the mic handle, Joker, Joker, Joker Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads I'm not kickin' them slow jams that's cool But now the hardcore that make the brothers act fool That's the way I would want stuff lookin' The crowd yellin' and buckwildin' like Brooklyn, boy [Chorus: Parrish Smith] EPMD is in town No words at all, boy Stri-stri-strictly snappin' necks EPMD is in town No words at all, boy Stri-stri-strictly snappin' necks [Verse 3: Parrish Smith] Welcome and all aboard Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score People, tripped and flipped when we splurged our gift To get paid off what we made and also uplift A new way to sway, or should I say flow? To keep the ladies screamin', "Ow," the brothers yellin', "Ho" Now hold the O, and give me an intro A kick and a snare now the green light to go I flex a rhyme on a rapper, then proceed to wreck By breakin' his mic in half, then put him in the yoke and snap his neck When five-o roll, they say, "What's the M.O."? Another rapper was hit by Mister Slow Flow 'Cause on my second return, I had to come correct Takin' nothin' but bodies on the Unfinished Business tip I make the music that makes a posse ill In they Jeeps or playin' ball or ready to chill Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot Drinkin' quarts of Old Gold in the parkin' lot But mainly at a concert where the place is packed Brothers yellin', "Ho," girlies on the bozack The system boomin', smoke everywhere People swayin' side to side with they hands in the air A posse digs the music so they want to roll So they troop through the venue, scopin' everyone's gold But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A., or Miami Approach with caution 'cause brothers pack jammies In their coat pocketbooks and even they jock You on the wrong, brother, and you bound to get popped [Interlude] I hear voices sayin', "That's Erick Sermon" [Verse 4: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] Hurry, hurry and step right up The best show on Earth, EPMD, yeah, word up And featuring the man on the cut He who don't believe can get the macadamia nuts So what's up homeboy, there's any static? Do we have to draw joist and get dramatic? Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps Or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps? Nah, I don't think you want that So I cool, and instead I bust raps Like check one two and you don't quit And match a funky dope rhyme that fits I say a rhyme and change the whole subject And still flow and freak the whole public It can't be done, especially by a crab MC who came out the crack rehab You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad You not a Smooth Criminal, you soft and I'm bad Don't mean to brag, I'm just making a point Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint Fencing, no half-stepping straight up and down I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when [Chorus: Parrish Smith] EPMD is in town No words at all, boy Stri-stri-strictly snappin' necks EPMD is in town No words at all, boy Stri-stri-strictly snappin' necks [Outro: Parrish Smith] SCSU EPMD's in effect Snappin' necks, cashin' checks