Cant Hear Nothing But The Music Lyrics by Epmd

Cant Hear Nothing But The Music Lyrics

    (pmd)
    It's a fact, i'm mad hard like a jail yard
    I'm sick, slow, call me a retard
    Can't hear nothing but the music, i'm slippin
    Dark as hell and water drippin
    Parrish smith, mentally sick
    Serial rap killer like dave berkowitz
    Yes, the son of sam and i'll be godamn
    So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man
    The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox
    My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock
    Wit no riff raff, smooth like shaft
    Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast
    Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
    Can't hear nothing but the music, i'm slippin

    (chorus)
    Can't hear nothing but the music, i'm slippin(4x)

    (erick sermon)
    Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday
    Call for backup, it's erick sermon's payday
    No illusion, just mass confusion
    Dull raps, i dutch them, from the funk production
    I, the afromerican, black citizen
    To make you scream loud as hell like sam kinison
    No one can stop me
    Dun na na na na na, like rocky
    The combination, the jab, the uppercut
    Mad footwork from the rapper expert
    Bust a move, i'm worth about a million cash bucks
    Say what, damn right, shut the hell up
    I fought mc's word up and watch em grown up
    Play em like dunkin, then pass out doughnuts
    Then i freak the funky style and i use it
    Md and hear nothing but the music

    Chorus

    (pmd)
    What's this, another funky hit from the hit squad, kid
    I get mad props like sonny crockett
    You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the p doe
    Can't stop now (why) cuz i'm diesel
    Epmd back in effect on your rap set
    Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat
    Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin
    Can't hear nothing but the music, i'm slippin

    (erick sermon)
    Slate take two, action, the main attraction
    (who's bad) i'm bad like michael jackson
    Got more tricks than any kung fu flick
    Understand, i'm ruff and tuff like jackie chan
    My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right
    I'm teaching (p-s-y-c-h-e) psyche
    I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground
    Out the basement, now world renown
    Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim
    If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him
    Then i freak a funky style and i use it
    Kid, and hear nothing but the music

    Chorus

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