Get Wit This-EPMD

[Parrish Smith] Last man standing like Bruce Willis About to kill with this Niggas feel this the masters of realness In your town to get down so give your man a pound Let him know what's going down take a pull and hold it now Back to matters we call the rhyme data Home run batter shutting down your chitter chatter So kill the he say she say bust the replay Hit Squad Def Squad stay busy like the freeway [Erick Sermon] Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbing banks What you think? On the roof I work, smoking dank Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover And still we achieve the great, those who try To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so [Chorus: x2] Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you [Parrish Smith] Hey yothe rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine Of tobacco so I can't slack yo Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo Samps is running out, need new sh*t to talk about How you doing (where you been) in the biz Sitting on chrome, back to set trends [Erick Sermon] Well it's the rapping Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya Send you back to the future, he for real man? Hell yeah! I don't care, I gets it on anywhere From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air To do y'all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit My persona, got suburban kids Banging their heads up in the gym like Nirvana [Chorus] [Parrish Smith] Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime Niggas wanna doubt me, talk about P No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be [Erick Sermon] Indeed, I'm amazing when I ? Got the crowd doing sh*t by remote control Dunk on your head, like Juan Howard [Chorus: x2]