Check 12
[erick sermon]
Epmd.. def jam.. blazin..
Check ituh-huhyo
It’s e-dub on the microphone
My style be elektraI’m the male syl rhome
Homeswalk around with forty-four chrome
On safetyspike the mic in the endzone
This here ain’t the average shityou used to
Frontand automatic roundswill shoot you
So knock it offlike biggie smalls said duke you soft
Why you wanna fuck with the boss?
[parrish smith]
Where should I start? breakin mc’s or shatterin charts?
It’s diablopmd mic doc with the purple heart
The go-gettergetterget wit ’erhit ’er-split ’er
Front and backand if she wit itstraight in the shitter
So heidi heidi heidi hydropack gats and ammo
+funky piano+van like the fuckin ? tano?
With more cheese than lambeaumore heat than rambo
Break down dismantle when I scramble
Chorus: erick sermon (parrish smith) *repeat 2x*
I just get downand I go for mines
Say check 12 -- 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
[erick sermon]
Uhhyoeyand yo
Epmdfuckin with us is bad news
Me and you got different views
What you might say is dopeI say’s not
What I might call wackyou’ll call hot
The best thing for youis to think and hope
Or get chokedand hung with +the velvet rope+
Cause you too theatricalmess around
And end up smackin youjackin youattackin you
[parrish smith]
That’s why it’s crucialso stay neutral to collect the cash
Double beaucoupjust rippin up micsis what my crew do
Whatever suits youpull out the burnerfuck the shoot through
Roadblocks and smear campaignswith the two-two
Or tech ninethat’ll chewthrough your waistline
I’m accuratedon’t waste minespit on bassline
Run with the unseen potential to be on dateline
I don’t fake mineyou blaze crazywhile I pace mine
[erick sermon]
Yeahnow why y’all wanna mess with the vets?
We’ve been doin this shitsince _dear yvette_check
I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill himand make you wanna kill him dead
And walk around leakinin the bed for the weekend
For playin with the last mohican
? madi gon? - that’s fuck you in puerto rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin
[parrish smith]
Or get smackedthis ain’t no gamethe shit is serious
Deleriousthat’s how we leave cats and niggaz curious
The true legendgot caught shit you better call kevin
Big like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11
I’m danger like norris the texas ranger
The mic stranglerpmdthe fuckin _head banger_
Mo’ skills fo’ real for them cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel
Chorus
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