Its Going Down Lyrics by Epmd

Its Going Down Lyrics

    Owww!

    Get on down (repeat 3x)

    Verse one: erick sermon

    Well, it's the e wit the juice, i'm down to get loose
    Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
    Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
    My posse's thick, so i will never get jumped
    The slayer, a beast from the east, i'm psycho
    If i had a glove, i would be bad as michael
    Some say, yo, i sound rugged
    Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the power like snap
    A.k.a. the mic wrecker
    A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar
    Smokin, the e's no jokin, so don't trip or flip
    And make a hit, so bust it
    Some ain't feel the way i do when i get wreck
    No half steppin, i kick back like a weapon
    On the microphone, i delight
    And groovy, a california quake couldn't move me

    Get on down (repeat 4x)
    It's going down (2x)

    Verse two: pmd

    No lights, no camera, but lots of action
    No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like michael jackson
    Strictly funk flows and steel toed timb boots to troop
    State to state, stage to stage, as i clock loot
    Black asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
    Black nine mil is what i pack so kill the static
    Epmd quench the sound of thumps underground
    Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
    The squad still in effect, no record skippin
    Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
    Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack
    Here's a ticket kid to ride the jim like amtrak
    Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
    From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
    But now i'm swayze, ghost, the rap host
    Who rip shows, from coast to coast

    Get on down (repeat 4x)
    It's going down (2x)

    Verse three: erick sermon, pmd

    Yea, back to the picture, the scene
    It's me erick sermon, my m-16
    Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
    I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
    One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
    Act like bo jackson, nike, and just do it
    If there's a problem, the hit squad rolls mad deep
    So i can rest my head and get some sleep

    While the e-double, takes a nap, no time to slack
    It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
    Guns and violence, that we don't promote
    Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke
    As i pull out, squeezin like mr. charmin
    Destroyin posses of demo tapes like agent orange
    So chill kid and act like you know
    Peace from the md a.k.a. slow flow

    It's going down (4x)
    Get on down...

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