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epmd - get the bozack (1999 version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: parrish smith]
yeah, vacation’s over
as i say mic check, in eighty-nine, time to wreck
tellin’ all the sucker crab mcs to step
epmd’s in effect
snappin’ necks and cashin’ large checks, you know what i’m sayin’?
and we gonna do it somethin’ like this

[erick sermon]
shazam, let me tell you who i am
the e-r-i-c-k, s-e-r-m-o-n
call me a lumberjack or a midland warrior
doin’ damage to the world worse than the hurricane gloria
i’m serious — you can say i’m furious
you’re sayin’ in your mind, “who is he?” because you’re curious
a rare rap style, not heard by the usual
you bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

[parrish smith]
while i’m makin’ and takin’, emcees shakin’ and flakin’
pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin’
emcees like potatoes, beats kickin’ like kato
gettin’ philosophical like the greek man plato (who?)
the greek man plato (who?) the greek man plato
but i’m the a.k.a to flow, bro
as you all well know, i do a show
pick up the dough and ho, break to the limo
money in the pocket, albee’s hands on the ammo
crack the olde gold as we roll and stroll
don’t play bold sucker, ’cause you was told
your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
so quit the singin’, come swingin’ ’cause of the beat that i’m bringin’
tryin’ to wax epmd, you be u.g.-in
on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
’cause your rhymes are mediocre but your tracks are wack
not fiction but fact black, believe that
then put away your demo ’cause the brother is back
and get the bozack… e…

[erick sermon]
as i sing and do my thing i might sing
jane or the whole shabang
but if i snap during the course of the rap
p tap me on the back, throw the crowd a slap
just to distract, ’til i’m intact
get my fisherman hat, so i can mack
groove to the rhythm of a funky track
like (“yo, you slap me and i’ll slap you back”)
i come correct with the context… flex…
just to distract, ’til i’m intact
get my fisherman hat, so i can mack
groove to the rhythm of a funky track
like (“yo, you slap me and i’ll slap you back”)
i come correct with the context and then vex
and then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
and then check for a second, yo, then say
(r-e-s-p-e-c-t) respect!
for me the e double, or the emcee rap [?]
’cause me and pmd we get ours regardless
so get the bozack… p…

[parrish smith]
yo, time to get funky-raw
stompin’ out posses (like who?) like gigantor
’cause when i roll i come fully equipped
mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
like a detenator with no ticks i then trick or slip
or maybe flip while my dj’s on the mix
never lost a battle, if i did it was fixed
you must be sick all on the dilznick like a jim hat
your sh-t ain’t pumpin’ and your rhymes are wack
c’ause you’re a nickel dime sucka who hangs with tommy tucker
like krs-one says, you a part time sucka
who works o.t. to be like me
the capital p, the m, i’m like d
to slay an emcee, on the s-p-o-t
leave without a motive or a c-l-u-e
so get the bozack… e…

[erick sermon]
the mc grand royal on the microphone
terrorist, mafioso, a.k. e capone
i’m no joke on the stroke, i broke so don’t choke
no hopes folks, i quote note for note
you mind float on the rhyme on i wrote (what?)
and does the wild thing like my boy tone loc
it’s equipped with the kit that bit the whole sh-t
don’t catch a nitfit, because my style’s legit
brand new from the crew for you, no voodoo
a trick from the flicks master wu kung-fu
equipped with the posse and the time i need
c-ck diesel like rocky and apollo creed
so get the bozack… p…

[parrish smith]
yo, mic checkin’, checkin’ and checkin’ and checkin’
scan the crowd then start wreckin’
either k!ll or be k!lled in the field of hip-hop
’cause if you’re slow you blow, you get popped, mopped and dropped
if you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
i pop a no-doz, relax my lips and cruise
past a pooh putt’n sucka who’s all about schemin’
wax the p twice, you must be dreamin’
’cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
sayin’ deep down inside, i should’ve left p alone
’cause it’s a fact, black, that when i’m loopin’ the track
to lounge in the danger zone, because i’m back
in fact, jack, before i launch my attack
premeditate my -ss-ssination and come strapped
’cause your words are uttered, your wack style is cluttered
try to step to the e and the p and got snuffed
you get the bozack
yo, get the bozack
yeah, get the bozack (know what i mean?)
yeah, get the bozack

[erick sermon]
uh-huh, yeah

[parrish smith]
the b, the o, the z
get the bozack

[erick sermon]
hahhh, yeah

[epmd]
get the bozack, get the bozack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
get the bozack, get the bozack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack

[erick sermon]
get the bozack
the bozack punk, word up

[parrish smith]
yo, i don’t play

- epmd

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