It's My Thing - EPMD

Yeah time to put it down E

Time to put it down E

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Yeah it’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all

It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all

It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all

Ay E-Dub check it out

MCs out there, you better stand clear

EPMD is a world premier

From New York straight talk, America’s best

Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest

Style of the rap, makes your hands clap

Take care of myself because the lines are strapped

Day 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

The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'

Good friends 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

'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

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 in my holst', and then I yell freeze…

Music please

Ah, where was I?

Oh yes

Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest

Everytime 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' a thing like if you was makin' love

Control the crowd, so they can accept it

Total concentration is the perfect method

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 MCs sweat

Take 'em off on the mic then I tell 'em step

Not waiting or debating, 'cause MCs keep hating

Play me too close like two dogs mating

Now let’s get on with the rest of the lesson

Don’t really like it when suckers start messin'

Tryin' to 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 beginnin', you knew you wasn’t winnin'

Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'

Kinda upset boy -- I understand

You lost again -- I won, god damn

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 Manila, MC cold killer

Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller

MCs cold clockin' 'til the party’s through

Then they tap me on my shoulder and say «This Bud’s for you»

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 goin'

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

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 110 on my MC test

My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license

When I grab the mic MCs get frightened

I’m dangerous, I need a cross and bones

Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone

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

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