It's Going Down Lyrics - Epmd

Owww! 

Get on down [x3] 

[Erick Sermon] 

Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose 

Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots 

Hardcore funk that make ya want to pump a chump 

My posse's thick so I will never get jumped 

The slayer, a beast from the east, I'm psycho 

If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael 

Some say, yo, I sound rugged 

Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap 

A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker 

A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar 

Smokin, the E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip 

And make a hit, so bust it 

Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck 

No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon 

On the microphone, I delight 

And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me 

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Get on down [x4] 

It's going down [x2] 

[PMD] 

No lights, no camera, but lots of action 

No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson 

Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop 

State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot 

Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic 

Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static 

EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground 

Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown 

The Squad still in effect, no record skippin 

Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin 

Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack 

Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak 

Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks 

From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette 

But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host 

Who rip shows, from coast to coast 

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Get on down [x4] 

It's going down [x2] 

[Erick Sermon, PMD] 

Yea, back to the picture, the scene 

It's me Erick Sermon, my M-16 

Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out 

I can just chill, pull out the smoke out 

One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid 

Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It 

If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep 

So I can rest my head and get some sleep 

While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack 

It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat 

Guns and violence, that we don't promote 

Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke 

As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin 

Destroyin posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange 

So chill kid and act like you know 

Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow 

It's going down [x4] 

Get on down...