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Parish "PMD" Smith
Parish "PMD" Smith
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Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
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Lyrics

It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It's my thing!
MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York, straight talk, America's best
Cold wildin' Long island, is where we rest
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself, because the lines are strapped
They mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumb, boy, you're smarter than that
It's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'
Their brain's already bitin' without you knowin'
Can't understand, why your body's gettin' weaker
Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
It's my thing!
'Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin' better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin' you now, boy, you ain't jack
Talkin' much junk like Mr. T has your back
But he's not, so don't act cute
'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
It's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
The mic that I'm packin' is flame resistant
So, MC, be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me
I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell, "Freeze"
Music please
It's my thing!
Ah, where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme, then I plumb the rest
Every time I rock a rhyme, I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic
The mind is weary, floatin' like a dove
Sweatin' and things, like if you was makin' love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method
It's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It-it, it's my, it-it, it's my thing!
The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat
Take 'em off on the mic, then I tell 'em, "Step"
Not waiting or debating, 'cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
It's my thing!
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin'
Tryna make a scene, talkin' very loud
Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake
In the beginning, you knew you wasn't winning
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'
Kinda upset, boy, I understand
You lost again, I won, god damn
It's my thing
It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign
'Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC Cold Killer
Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller
MC's cold clockin' till the party's through
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, "This Bud's for you"
It's my thing!
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way
To be able to make it work, you rest and play
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin'
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin'
Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth
It's my thing!
You out there? Louder!
It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!
While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin'
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin'
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me 'fess
Scored a hundred and ten, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone (It's my thing!)
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin', huh
You mess around, and we'll be fightin'
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code, it's my thing
It's my thing!
Written by: Erick Sermon, Parish "PMD" Smith
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