[Erick Sermon]

As the wind sets the mood it's time to let off

A sucker tried to play me the E I'm not soft

I'm very hardcore droppin bombs like Warsaw

It reminds me back in 1984

when I went to a party with the master plan

to step up and put the mic in my hand

Everybody was there from junior high to high schools

Dyin to get busy because I knew I had the tools

Then I got the heart and went by the set

I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"

Kickin rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it

The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it

Later on I made a record, and got recognition

Everybody's jockin, now nobody's dissin

Written and produced by the new rap duo

Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school

I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature features

that used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the

tip tip-top and I won't stop

To be the master, in the field of hip-hop

I did that, and got a name for myself

The image of E, and all of my wealth

I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same

Oh what a shame, I diss em

Who to blame? It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!"

[P] It wasn't me it was the .. "Fame!"

[Parrish Smith]

Before I cut records I had dreams of livin large

Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards

But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed

Said, "You better grab your books and take your behind to class"

They said, "You couldn't make a record and expect to get paid

cause there's too many def rappers in the world today"

I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def"

They said, "Your name is Pa