I'm Mad Lyrics - Epmd

Let's take it to the stage sucker! 

It's the E and I'm smoking. 

Wild like Tone Loc I'm roasting, bakin' MCs 

The E I'm not joking so back up punk, slack up. 

Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up. 

One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P 

[Parrish] 

What's Up E.D.? 

Pass the Uzi to blow up 

any whack MC that show up 

there goes one blast 'I'm now. 

[Parrish] 

E hold up.] 

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Don't make me wait-wait 

Because it might be too late, the punk might escape 

And buck while, and in fact, bite my style 

And I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial. 

It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring 

A duck MC that can't hang. 

Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. 

My name is Erick Sermon 

[Parrish: Yeah, and I'm Parrish Smith] 

I could act foolish, start blasting. Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughing? 

I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me 

[Parrish] 

holler like ya know me! 

I'm mad 

[Chorus: x4] 

Here's a little story, I've got to tell, I'm mad! 

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My life story I tell straight from the heart. 

When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start. 

A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or Buddha cess. 

Straight up hard work. No sleep and no shorts. 

Brainstorming with the skills that Pop Duke taught. 

To keep swinging yeah, and not to quit. 

Now I ride the Benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends, 

Straight up pussy from Punk City, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty. 

From the back stabbers, yeah my so-called friends, 

Who swim in my pool. When it's time, flex the Benz, 

Around town, windows down at the South Town, Cool J tape or K-Solo, "Spellbound" 

With fly girlie's dipping, brothers gripping and sipping 

Old Gold, Red Bull, hands on my dick and 

I'm just lamping with my EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid. 

But of course not, brother can't get his props 

Like for instance, when I cruise up the block 

In my 560 lamping on my Metro phone, chrome kit beaming all off your dome. 

But like a sucker, yeah, you looked the other way 

That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay. 

It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted. 

Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted. 

Cause my sounds pound from here to Okinowi (kiss) peace and I'm outie! 

[Chorus: x4] 

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes. 

This is not the buck wild style that I be using, in fact black, it causes mass confusion 

It's a fallout, when sucker MCs and crowds call out my name, 

oh what a shame I got 

I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not whack, and in fact, 

I'm like Clint Eastwood, instead of bullets, rhymes I pack 

In my flow gun, so son, ya better run, 

Cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none. 

We move wax like kilos 

And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode. 

Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack, 

I wonder where the E and the P's at 

Can they do it again? 

You bet your ass, black. 

See you in '91 

Until things get the bozack. 

I'm mad 

[Chorus: x4]