Chill Lyrics by Epmd

Chill Lyrics

    Chill...
    Yeaaaa, hahahaha

    (erick sermon)
    Equip wit the rap microchip
    Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----
    My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green
    (chill...) chill, fresh new dip when i'm seen
    Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the e-double
    I pack a mac 10 just in case of trouble
    Hot like the handle on a pot, i'm steaming
    Fame and more glory than morgan freeman
    I'm the original, my style's deformed
    So it can sound crazy ill when i perform
    Yea, check 1, 2, mic supreme
    Epmd, the rap american dream team
    The e-double's definitely no joke
    You can't see me, even wit the microphone
    I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer
    Yo, when i express myself like salt 'n pepa
    Erick sermon and parrish smith
    The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest
    Hardcore rhymin, yea, that's the ticket
    Buckwhylin, ruff enuff for long island

    Chill.... yeaaaaaa, hahahaha....
    Ruff enuff to rock new york to long island

    (pmd)
    Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motion
    Don't even blink, kid, or i'ma start smoking
    The glock hammer's cocked wit the speed jock
    12 shots, the bust target is the brown fox
    So call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk
    B-boy fanatic, straight from new york
    The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
    Epmd in effect, i'm clocking mad green
    Like kermit the frog, sloppy like boss hog
    Girls runnin wild, ?paid tho' like a klondar?
    For mics are ready to flow in slow mo'
    Know the rap game just like bo knows hoes
    (yeaaaa, hahahaha)hard, you get scarred, messing wit the hit squad
    Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge
    No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
    Get the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chill

    Chill.... yeaaaa, hahahaha....
    Ruff enuff to rock new york to long island....

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