The Fan Lyrics by Epmd

The Fan Lyrics

    [erick sermon]
    Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up
    Yo, yo-yo.. yo

    Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock mc's durin my leisure
    Time i spend to do em in
    The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
    When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
    Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
    And jail cats get rep to it
    You get, by on record but you wack on stage
    So i'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades

    [parrish smith]
    That's why we roll with the big boys
    With big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
    Shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
    In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
    Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when i blaze ya
    As i, dust bust, crush and rush
    Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
    So yo, what's the deally for really
    We rock nine untilly, grindin like billy
    So niggaz chill and spark the phillie

    Chorus: parrish smith (repeat 2x)

    Yo, i know you was a fan of mine
    I know you was a fan of mine
    I know you was a fan of mine
    Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits

    [erick sermon]
    Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
    P and i stomp those who get courageous
    And microphones get rocked on stages
    Any book or mag, we on a few pages
    Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
    I swear, cause we take it there
    Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
    Comin through blastin with mad ammunition

    [parrish smith]
    Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
    Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
    God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
    Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
    It's been a long time, mc crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
    Wack mc's we straight stunnin
    When we roll up, unexpected, undetected
    Resurrected, epmd second wind, fuel-injected

    Chorus

    [erick sermon]
    Word yeah, tell em p, yo
    I never seen y'all before, when i came through
    With my dogs headbangin with the - hit squad crew
    Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
    Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
    E-dub, no one replacin me
    If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
    Boy, i own my style, while y'all got leases
    I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces

    [parrish smith]
    That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone
    News flash, erick and parrish, we got it sewn
    And like i'm damon we dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
    Bashin the rash, double up p, straight on smidash
    So stop playin, serious like _so what cha sayin'?_
    In apollo sold out with redman, fuckin headbangin
    To the street corners, the back alleys, to the cali valleys
    Epmd in effect, chillin as the scans tally

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