You Gots To Chill

Relax your mind, let your conscience be free

And get down to the sounds of EPMD

Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap

But if you tired, then go take a nap!

Or stay awake and watch the show I take

Because right now, I'm bout to shake'n'bake

The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell

Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well

I'm not an MC who talking all that junk

About who can beat who, sounding like a punk

I just get down and I go for mine

Say 'check one-two', and run down the line

To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator

Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator

Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void

Never sweating your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid

When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot

I grab the steel with the crown on top

In the beginning, I like to let my rhymes flow

And at twelve I press cruise control

Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax

Maintain MC's while the Double E macks

Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill

Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

("Jungle boogie!")

I be the personal computer information on rap

Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap

I format the rhymes, step by step

Make em sound def to maintain my rep

Prepared to come off, in case of a diss

Not worried about a thing, cause we can do this

I can turn the party out just by standing still

Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill

Take total control, of your body and soul

Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll

I'm the P, double-E, M-D-E-E

And one thing I hate, is a biting MC

When I enter the party suckers always form a line

Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines

I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces

And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis

But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous

And like an epidemic it becomes contagious

But never the least they all R.I.P

For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace

Cause M.D. stands for Microphone Doctor

And the capital P (capital P) capital M (capital M)

Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker

Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill

So believe me boy, you got's to chill

("Jungle boogie!")

Catch every word I'm saying, no there's no delaying

Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playing

Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?

Don't try to a-dapt because I'm just too swift

(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact

I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back

I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords

The only weapon is my rapping sword

Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone

When I'm pushing on the microphone

Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker

The one who likes to max and relax

And when it's time, issue diggum-smack

I keep their hands clapping, fingers snapping, feet tapping

When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was packing

The PMD, the mic's my only friend

And through the course of the party, I kill again and again

So if you're thinking bout battling you better come prepared

Come with ya shield and your armor geared

You gots to chill