Can't Hear Nothing But The Music Lyrics - Singles - Epmd

(PMD) 

It's a fact I'm mad hard like a jail yard 

I'm sick slow call me a retard 

Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin 

Dark as hell and water drippin 

Parrish Smith mentally sick 

Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz 

Yes the son of Sam and I'll be godamn 

So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam man 

The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox 

My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock 

Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft 

Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast 

Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin 

Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin 

(Chorus) 

Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin(4x) 

(Erick Sermon) 

Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday 

Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday 

No illusion, just mass confusion 

Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production 

I, the Afromerican, black citizen 

To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison 

No one can stop me 

Dun na na na na na, like Rocky 

The combination, the jab, the uppercut 

Mad footwork from the rapper expert 

Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks 

Say what, damn right, shut the hell up 

I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up 

Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts 

Then I freak the funky style and I use it 

MD and hear nothing but the music 

Chorus 

(PMD) 

What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid 

I get mad props like Sonny Crockett 

You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe 

Can't stop now (why) 'cause I'm diesel 

EPMD back in effect on your rap set 

Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat 

Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin 

Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin 

(Erick Sermon) 

Slate take two, action, the main attraction 

(Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson 

Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick 

Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan 

My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right 

I'm teaching (P-S-why-see-H-E) psyche 

I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground 

Out the basement, now world renown 

Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim 

If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him 

Then I freak a funky style and I use it 

Kid, and hear nothing but the music 

Chorus 

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