Epmd Underground

[Refrain:] Comin straight from the Underground [x4]



[Erick Sermon:]

As I pump up a brand new funk swing,

and bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King.

Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin a MC,

I bust a grill, and the reaction I check,

inspect, make sure the heads wrecked;

[crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.

A machine, my functioning, thats mean.

I stay together, my man, like Al Green.

Im a slayer, the E-R-I-C-K and Im back

to attack a punk chump that aint sayin jack.

Boom, Im buckwild when Im stoned,

I close only one eye like a cyclone.

So I throw on my black shades thats rhinestone,

summer to my Benz thats outlined in chrome.

Im the Grand Royal MC, Im no joke.

I hit like a Phillie Blunt when its toked.

I smoke, an MC well-done, he gets done.

Im knockin out wack MCs like Michael Nunn.

Full-power, one punch, crunch, Im throwin bolos.

Im strapped heavy, my handguns thats solo.

Im packed when its time to get down.

Cuz Erick Sermons comin straight from the Underground...



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[PMD:]

Okie dokie. My mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the

bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me

Old Gold is cold when I pop the cap.

Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.

Cuz Im too smooth, pay my dues, and cant lose.

Im Top Gun, pullin bitches like Tom Cruise.

And my main man, D-Wade, still gets paid.

And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.

So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet,

blast the boom-box, then act like George and Jet-son.

Cuz my style, similar to Tae Kwon Do, but hey-yo,

I dont kick or throw stars, this brother flows

to the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top

of druggin or thuggin, D.T.s or cops.

I say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest

you put a buck on Lotto, and if you win, you should invest

in a new grill, Bill, cuz I rock non- until

the Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill.

Theres a fat chance, with the brother bistro,

cuz Im the master of the quadraverb and the echo.

Theres no time to stop, so P keep on steppin

on the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.

That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.

One slug to the head, mafioso style.

You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound,

watch yourself son, Im comin straight from the underground.



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[ Underground Lyrics ]