Check one

[Erick Sermon]

Uh huh

Yeah aww yeah uhh "Richter Scale"

It goes lights camera action I'm on

One more time to kill em my rap flow is fulfilling

I scream with the Beastie Boys What time is it?

It's two o'clock you gettin knocked out the box

then kicked off the block Def Squad Hit Squad

no we won't stop fuck it call the cops (uh huh)

I be the invincible in the school of hard knocks

I'm the principle, Fatman Joe y'know

[Parrish Smith]

As you suffer the repercussions, comin through the blaze

bust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggaz duckin

When we come through, throwin the jab, in the one-two

Layin MC's out to trap, when we run through (like what?)

Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on

Get my rhymin on, PMD fuckin shinin on

Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib

My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs

Chorus: Erick Sermon

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the "Richter Scale"

*repeat 2X*

[Erick Sermon]

Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic

Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal

Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on

to get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown

Hell of a jab, gift to gab

I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level

I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel

[Parrish Smith]

Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era

Off the richter scale, blowin hotter than ever

with the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin

Lost your mind and said, "Shit!!" when we barged in