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

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