Please Listen to My Demo EPMD

[Intro: PMD & Erick Sermon]
Yo, what's up, P?
Yo, nothin', man, just coolin'
Kick back in the studio with DJ Scratch, my man Frank B
Reminiscin' about how we was tryna shop our demo
And everyone was dissin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, P, tell 'em what's up, man

[Verse 1: PMD]
We was coolin' in my car one day, you see
Clockin' a double nickel on the LIE
When it dawned on us that it was ten o'clock
Turn on the tunes to hear the DJs rock
The hands got to clappin', the fingers got to snappin'
E and I was coolin', Brooklyn spirits we was snappin'
In and out of fantasies on how large we can get
Coolin' in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits
I wanted black, E was on the two-tone
Stupid boomin' system with the hands-free phone
The dream gets better and I would like to go on
But I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh, just what we needed
On the way to shop our demo and the car overheated
Feelin' real low, low enough to die
Holdin' up traffic on the FDR drive
We had to play ourselves in the fresh dipped gear
E Double had to push while MD steered
There went our dreams, to cool with golden limos
And all we kept sayin' was, "Please listen to my demo"