Strictly Snappin' Necks Lyrics - 5 Classic Albums - Epmd

Just when you thought it was safe to make records 

The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin 

E Double swingin high, I'm swingin low 

Washin wannabees down, with some H20 

As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow 

(Any has PMD?) Hell no! 

I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow 

That's not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my Eggo 

"I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" 

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Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission 

Front face the center and face your competition 

As I rock, you jock, and in shock 

And have fear, when the E is on the spot 

(You pulled the mic handle, Joker, Joker, Joker) 

Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot 

So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent 

Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads 

I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool 

But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool 

That's the way I would want stuff lookin 

The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn boy 

"EPMD is in town" 

No words at all boy 

"Strictly snappin necks!" 

"EPMD is in town" 

No words at all boy 

"Strictly snappin necks!" 

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Welcome, and all aboard 

Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score 

People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift 

To get paid off what we made, and also uplift 

A new way to sway, or should I say flow 

To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'ho' 

Now hold the O, and give me an intro 

A kick and a snare, now the green light to go 

I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck 

By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck 

When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O 

Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow 

Cause on my second return, I had to come correct 

Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip 

I make the music, that makes a posse ill 

In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill 

Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot 

Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot 

But mainly at a concert where the place is packed 

Brothers yellin 'ho', girlies on the bozack 

The system boomin, smoke everywhere 

People swayin side to side with they hands in the air 

A posse digs the music so they want to roll 

So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold 

But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami 

Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies 

In they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock 

You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped 

"I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon" 

Hurry hurry and step right up 

The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up 

And featuring the man on the cut 

He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS 

So whassup homeboy, there's any static? 

Do we have to draw joints and get dramatic? 

Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps 

Or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps? 

Nah, I don't think you want that 

So I cool, and instead I bust raps 

Like check one two, and you don't quit 

And match a funky dope rhyme that fits 

I say a rhyme and change the whole subject 

And still flow, and freak the whole public 

It can't be done, especially by a crab MC 

Who came out the crack rehab 

You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad 

You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad 

Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point 

Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint 

Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down 

I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when 

"EPMD is in town" 

No words at all boy 

"Strictly snappin necks!" 

"EPMD is in town" 

No words at all boy 

"Strictly snappin necks!" 

SCSU! 

EPMD's in effect 

Snappin necks n cashin checks