Karaoké You Gots to Chill EPMD

You gots to chill

Relax your mind and let your conscience be free and get down to the sound of EPMD

Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap but if you tired then go take a nap

Or stay awake and watch the show I tape because right now

I'm 'bout to shake and bake

The E-R-I-C-K is my name I spell

Thanks to the clientele yo I rock well

I'm not an MC who talkin' all that junk about who can beat who soundin' like a punk

I just get down and I go for mine

I say Check one-two and run down the line

To the average MC

I'm known as The Terminator

Funky beat maker

New jack exterminator

Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are now void

Never sweatin' your girl

Why P, 'cos she's a skeezoid

When I'm on the scene

I always rock the spot

I grab the steel with the crown on top

In the beginnin'

I like to let my rhymes flow and at twelve

I press cruise control

Sit back and relax

Let my rhymes tax

Maintain MCs while the Double-E macks

Always calm under pressure

No need to act ill

Listen when I tell you boy

You gots to chill

I be the personal computer

Information on rap

Like the B-I-Z Markie says

I'll make your toes tap

I format the rhymes step by step

Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep

Prepared to come off in case of a diss

Not worried about a thing 'cos we can do this

I can turn the party out just by standin' still

Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill

Take total control of your body and soul

Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll

I'm the P-double-E-M-D-E-E and one thing I hate is a bitin' MC

When I enter the party suckas always form a line then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines

I did thousands of shows

Dissed many faces and deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis

But every now and then a sucka MC gets courageous and like an epidemic it becomes contagious

But never the least they all R.I.P.

For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace

'Cos M.D. stands for Microphone Doctor

And the capital P, capital M

Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker

Don't like to get ill but if I have to I kill so believe me boy you gots to chill

Catch every word I'm sayin'

No there's no delayin'

Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin'

Seein' is believin'

You catch my drift

Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift

How swift

I'm so swift and that's an actual fact

I'm like Zorro

I mark a E in your back

I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords

The only weapon is my rappin' sword

Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal throne when I'm pushin' on the microphone

'Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker

MC undertaker

The one who likes to max and relax

And when it's time issue dig-em-smacks

I keep their hands clappin'

Fingers snappin', feet tappin'

When it's time to roll

Uzi patrol is packin'

PMD, the mic's my only friend

And through the course of the party

I kill again and again

So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared

Come with your shield and your armor geared

You gots to chill

You gots to chill

DJ La Boss

Takes no shorts