You Gots 2 Chill ’97 EPMD

[Intro: Erik Sermon, Parrish Smith]
You Gots to Chill
Check-a one-two, check-a one-two
Turn me up, a lil' more
Check it, check it, check it
Blackout

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance
To the braveheart MCs, I wouldn't take a chance
Keep quiet while the MC rap
And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback
The E double E is my name, I spell
Thanks to the clientele, my Squad rocks well
I'm in your hood, coming through like what?
Chromed out, beamed out in an all black truck
You a player? What team you with?
I got major chips, I push the fliest whips
Got the fliest chicks, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, I'm equipped

[Verse 2: PMD, Erick Sermon]
Well my name is MD, I'm known as the motivator
Funky beat maker, new jack terminator
Enjoy to destroy because your rhymes are toy
Never sweating no clique (Why P?) 'Cause I'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot
The Green-Eyed Bandit, Scratch and Mic Doc
In the beginning we had to let the world know
Now, EPMD is clocking all the dough
Sit back and relax, of course the biz phat
TV with the phone in the back
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, You Gots to Chill