Check 1, 2 EPMD

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin..

Check it, uh-huh, YO
It's E-Dub on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the end zone
This here ain't the average shit, you used to
Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft
Why you wanna fuck with the boss?

[Verse 2: Parrish Smith]
Where should I start? Breakin' MC's or shatterin' charts?
It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er
Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter
So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo
Funky Piano, van like the fuckin' [tano?]
With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
Break down dismantle when I scramble

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Parrish Smith)]
I just get down, and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line
(Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)
Don't get too close because you might get shot
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