Intrigued - EPMD, Das EFX

Hit the floor, tuck and roll E’s on fire

I’m your motherfucker, but not Jerry Maguire

I’m the dark skinned, packin Mac-10, who get busy

Effective, puttin shit in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat, bustin caps across the map

Yo the crew’s back, royalties and ASCAP

I’m six two, fat went with the chrome shoe

Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin on some marijuana

From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner

I stash the cash don’t flash the cash what?

You figgedy-front on this kid I smash that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin it from the sewer to the land

Cross the burnin sand, biggedy-Back to Business with my miggidy-man

Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game

Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen

To the hot shit, I’m the Tale of that Bronx shit

Call me Sonny, with pounds of money

Bringin raw music, call my style SWOOSH

Please say Mister, when you introduce me

Yeah.

uhhh EPMD and Das EFX, time to flex

Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape deck

Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded

Hangin upside down, bust it, then reload it

Yo, I’m comin up from Virginia, on the linear

Havin dinner y’all, with this dimepiece named Levinia

Cellu-lar ringin, it’s Books how ya livin

Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger

Danger, I’m iggidy-off the planet like Kramer

My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order

Split your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water

Chorus: repeat 2X

You intrigued by the way, we do our thing

Do what?

Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing

Say what?

Pick up the mic, hot, and make it swing

«Yo, cold wax and tax MC’s who tend to act ill»

Any hype, out the door, kill it

Anything the Squadron wants, uhh BILL IT

EPMD out the box we be rockin

We hold the title, like priests hold the bible

God bless, to any MC who wanna test

Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death

With ill manuevers, rapper slash producer

Puttin it down with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs

Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin beers out of gold mugs

Slugs in the barrel, on name brand apparel

Briggidy-bringin' drama like John Travolta in Arrow

But niggidy-no need for that, Smith squeeze the gat

Ease em back, or niggas gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact

It’s wiggidy wild shine like the head, of Golden Child

Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we takin bails to trial