Get The Bozack Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover 

As I say mic check 

EPMD's in effect 

Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I flex then wreck 

So E what's next? 

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 

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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 Cato 

Gettin philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?) 

Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato 

But I'm the A.K.Ato 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 

Because your rhyme's 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 

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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 flap 

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 smack me and I'll smack you back") 

I come correct with the context 

And then next and 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 goddess 

Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless 

So get the bozack, P 

Yo, time to get funky and raw 

Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like Gigantor 

Cause when we roll we come fully equipped 

Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips 

Like a detonator with no ticks I then trip or slip 

Or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix 

Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed 

You must be sick of all on the diznick, like a jim hat 

Your shit ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack 

'Cause 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 

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 shit 

Don't catch a nitfit, because my style 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 

Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed 

So get the bozack, P 

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and checkin 

Scanned the crowd, then start wreckin 

Either kill or be killed, 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 whose all about schemein 

Wax the P twice, you must be dreamin 

Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam 

Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda 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 assassination and come strapped 

Playin rough and tough, but when I called your bluff 

You tried to post on the microphone doctor and got snuffed 

So get the bo-zack 

Yo, get the bozack 

Yeah, get the bozack 

Get the bozack, get the bozack 

Get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack 

Get the bozack, get the bozack 

Get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack 

Yo, I don't play