You're A Customer Lyrics - 5 Classic Albums - Epmd

[Erick Sermon] 

Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone 

Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? 

Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone 

I figured you would, now leave me alone 

You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover 

To be the E double E over and over 

You're intrigued by the way I do my thing 

(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing 

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[PMD] 

I have the capability to rap and chill 

Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill 

It's like a Diggum Smack 

Smack me and I'll smack you back 

I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps 

A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch 

When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing 

I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling 

I consider myself better than average 

Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage 

[Erick Sermon] 

I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate 

I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" 

You know why I get zanier and zanier? 

Because of EPMD mania 

When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning 

I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" 

Not only from the women, but from the men 

You know what? It feels good, my friend 

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[PMD] 

I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla 

Better known as the MC cold killer 

PMD cold keeps the place jumping 

And if not then we feel like we owe you something 

Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it 

But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it 

If J spin it, then it has to be fresh 

To make you dance until there's no one left 

Cause you a customer 

[Erick Sermon] 

Praying like a prey when the fox in action 

I smell blood, no time for maxing 

Camouflage in the green, my back is arc 

Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark 

My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square 

I won't let you run, nah, that ain't fair 

So I clear my visions until I can spot him 

Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" 

[PMD] 

Whenever MC's, you're in over your head 

My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed 

The process of elimination is quite simple 

Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple 

Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad 

Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid 

As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker 

Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" 

[Erick Sermon] 

It was a record test, nothing we can't handle 

At the house they had the mics on the mantle 

Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" 

Lit it up like the Fourth of July 

Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee 

Whoa, I'm the E of EPMD 

I have a strong point of view on the way things run 

Just shut up and listen and learn my son 

[PMD] 

Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper 

To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker 

The style we're using, no doubt copastetic 

You try to bite and yet sound pathetic 

Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor 

As the P gets stronger, MC's get staler 

Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging 

MC's surrender, raise the flags and 

Give up the titles because the signs are vital 

I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle 

You a customer 

[Erick Sermon] 

I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich 

I feel good, now it's time to do damage 

I feel like balanced, you know what I mean? 

Wanna rhyme one time, to release the steam 

When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor 

You know why I get over? I'm the master 

I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up 

Look for the microphone then jam it up 

[PMD] 

You said you see me jamming in New York Tech 

You got one right fella, you deserve a check 

How did you know, you must have been jocking 

How do you know the places I be rocking? 

Don't follow me fella, every move that I make 

I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break 

Well search upon me but don't go past the limit 

Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits 

[Erick Sermon] 

There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying 

Plus listen to the good time playing 

Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking 

Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and 

[PMD] 

MC's, the final countdown 

You look tired, can you go the round? 

If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit 

And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" 

[Erick Sermon] 

People say that I'm a party pooper 

To tell the truth I'm a born trooper 

You a customer