Album Cover You Gots To Chill '97

You Gots To Chill '97

EPMD

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Verse One: Erick Sermon

As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.'s

I wouldn't take a chance keep quiet while the m.c. rap

And if you disrespect me it's the big payback

The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell

My squad rocks well I'm in your hood comin through like mud

Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck

You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest

whips

Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped

No matter what the steez, I'm equipped

Verse Two: PMD

Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker

New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy

Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy

When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit

Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know

Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax

Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back

Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill

Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

Verse Three: Erick Sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude

Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope

When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the

streets

My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club

[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?

I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when

I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul

Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll

Verse Four: PMD

Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow

wit E

When we touch the microphone, no dou