Manslaughter Lyrics - Business As Usual - Epmd

Code name E D check on the one two three 

Black male hard MC 

Rap record slave a brother on the scene 

with a machine gun and one magazine 

Wanted a half a million for the body alone 

Two million for the microphone 

If you see him dial 5 dash slayer 

A hotline to the governor and mayor 

He's armed wit ammo a weapon that's mine 

All black in rap strap tech nine 

Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip 

The boy's about ta flip 

Manslaughter 

Manslaughter 

They call him manslaughter 

Manslaughter 

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Code name MD, rappin fanatic 

No short taken, black Asiatic 

Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled 

Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle 

Or laughter, cause my name ain't Casper 

The Friendly Ghost, but I smoke an MC if I have to 

Quick fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam 

And I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes slam like Bam-Bam 

Rubble, partner code name is E-Double 

It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble 

Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac 

I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also known as Bat- 

Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand 

As I slay ya manslaughter 

Manslaughter 

They call him manslaughter 

Manslaughter 

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Mad man fully strapped and I quote 

Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked 

Undercover, not D-T but E-D 

And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three 

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal 

No static, pack a forty-five automatic 

Black cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson 

Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson 

As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done 

Style's sharper than the blade in Shogun 

First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker MC 

That can't count one two three 

I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane 

Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine 

I kill a farmer, plus his daughter 

Cause I'm the E-Double, and this is manslaughter 

They call us manslaughter 

They call it manslaughter 

Manslaughter 

As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort 

To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought 

You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit 

Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped 

Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit 

Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with 

Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know Judo 

Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know 

There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance 

Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants 

Then off you go to the rap rat pack 

Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack 

That's what the doctor ordered 

Take two of these, dead, manslaughter 

They call it manslaughter 

They call it manslaughter 

Manslaughter 

To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter