Tell Em Lyrics - Epmd

Intro: 

You abou to come through right. (yeah don't stress it.) you about to come 

Through. (I got this check this out man.) you ain't gonna front on me (i 

Ain't gonna front on niggas man.) make sure man I'm tellin' you right now. 

(check this out. what I'm about to do right now.) you gonna kick it word 

Up. ha 

Erick sermon: 

Personal ggats I gots about 11, without weapons I swing more bats than k7 

Plus, I'm soup like campbell without heaven 

Some rappers pack great big guns like frank drebbin 

In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin' flavor in ya ear 

Plus I'm gettin' down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds 

The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect 

I come with the mothership and some other shit 

Yeah all the way live like a concert 

The most respected brother, puttin' in some work 

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Hook: 

Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em. 

E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. don't slip or you won't be around next 

Year 

"well heres a little something that needs to be heard." - slick rick 

Rosalyn: 

Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin' 

Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses 

Cause I posses gifts that's wickeder than hexas 

That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing mc's like queens 

And none of y'all can see me, got more boom bom than manzini 

Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs 

Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to rush limbaugh 

We stay, strapped, part of packed pistol posse 

I represent through mind soul and body 

In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks 

Now even cheap skates is peepin' my tape release date 

Word born, I'm comin' in like a swarm 

Then I'm gone before you can ring the alarm 

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Hook 

Keith murray: 

A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest arms and legs 

When I'm coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum 

Punk I faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal chemicals 

Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal 

Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet 

That's a promise cause the squad don't make threats 

I'm a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and beyond all that 

Other bullshit 

Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin', conceptive or 

Consistant contestant 

My deviant delieverance be leavin' mc's in the state of malmet depressive 

(word up) 

Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew you better 

Tell em