You Gots To Chill Lyrics - Strictly Business - Epmd

[Erick Sermon] 

Relax your mind, let your conscience be free 

And get down to the sounds of EPMD 

Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap 

But if you tired, then go take a nap! 

Or stay awake and watch the show I take 

Because right now, I'm bout to shake'n'bake 

The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell 

Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well 

I'm not an MC who talking all that junk 

About who can beat who, sounding like a punk 

I just get down and I go for mine 

Say 'check one-two', and run down the line 

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[Parrish Smith] 

To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator 

Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator 

Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void 

Never sweating your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid 

When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot 

I grab the steel with the crown on top 

In the beginning, I like to let my rhymes flow 

And at twelve I press cruise control 

Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax 

Maintain MC's while the Double E macks 

Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill 

Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill 

("Jungle boogie!") 

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[Erick Sermon] 

I be the personal computer information on rap 

Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap 

I format the rhymes, step by step 

Make em sound def to maintain my rep 

Prepared to come off, in case of a diss 

Not worried about a thing, cause we can do this 

I can turn the party out just by standing still 

Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill 

Take total control, of your body and soul 

Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll 

[Parrish Smith] 

I'm the P, double-E, M-D-E-E 

And one thing I hate, is a biting MC 

When I enter the party suckers always form a line 

Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines 

I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces 

And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis 

But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous 

And like an epidemic it becomes contagious 

But never the least they all R.I.P 

For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace 

Cause M.D. stands for Microphone Doctor 

And the capital P (capital P) capital M (capital M) 

Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker 

Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill 

So believe me boy, you got's to chill 

("Jungle boogie!") 

[Erick Sermon] 

Catch every word I'm saying, no there's no delaying 

Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playing 

Seeing is believing, you catch my drift? 

Don't try to a-dapt because I'm just too swift 

(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact 

I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back 

I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords 

The only weapon is my rapping sword 

[Parrish Smith] 

Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone 

When I'm pushing on the microphone 

Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker 

The one who likes to max and relax 

And when it's time, issue diggum-smack 

I keep their hands clapping, fingers snapping, feet tapping 

When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was packing 

The PMD, the mic's my only friend 

And through the course of the party, I kill again and again 

So if you're thinking bout battling you better come prepared 

Come with ya shield and your armor geared 

You gots to chill