Richter Scale

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Yeah, yeah, "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 ya know

As you suffer the repercussions, coming through the blaze

Bust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggas ducking

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

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

Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on

Get my rhyming on, PMD fucking shining on

Back to biz, new address with the fat crib

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

Off the meter, and every time we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the "richter scale"

Bust the techniques, e.d. fantastic

Unreal gangster shit, mass appeal

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

To get sic'-with-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

Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era

Off the Richter scale, blowing hotter than ever

With the squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads nodding

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

The front door door, rugged, keeps our shit raw raw

Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour

Believe that, peep that e and p's back

Wrecking heads daily, so chill and get the bozack

Yo royal flush-in, all my cats be busting

Serving you customers and those fake hustlers

Whats up? step to me, I smack you silly

I'm the kid, but no comparison to billy

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?

Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell,

I got one life to live so I'm living

Got girls to be hitting more cars to be driving

We stripped too many beats to make too many niggas to break

No moves are fake, no warning shots fired blasting on crews like corrupt jakes

The black viper, scream on MC's and rhyme ciphers

More dangerous mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle

Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin through, like wild cattle

We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease

I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece