Richter Scale-EPMD

Check one, uh-huh Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale It goes lights, camera, action I'm on One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling I scream with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?" It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad No we won't stop, f**k it, call the cops I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle Fatman Joe you know As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what? Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on Get my rhymin' on, EPMD f**kin' shinin' on Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib My sh*t in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic Unreal GangStarr sh*t, Mass Appeal Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown Hell of a jab, gift of gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin' Lost your mind and said, "Sh*t!" when we barged in The front door, rugged, keeps our sh*t raw Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour Believe that, peep that E and P's back Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin' Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy I ain't scared of you motherf**kers, can't you tell? Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell I got one life to live so I'm livin' Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin' We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews Like corrupt Jakes The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle We flow beef so dead that, let that sh*t cease I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale