Erick Sermon
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?
Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone
I figured you would, now leave me alone
You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
you're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

PMD
I have the capability to rap and chill
Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill
it's like a Diggum Smack
Smack me and I'll smack you back
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch
When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing
I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling
I consider myself better than average
Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage

Erick Sermon
I'm in the bottomless state, I can't concentrate
I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate"
You know why I get zanier and zanier?
Because of EPMD mania
When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning
I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon"
Not only from the women, but from the men
You know what? It feels good, my friend

PMD
I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla
Better known as the MC cold killer
PMD cold keeps the place jumping
And if not then we feel like we owe you something
Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it
But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it
If J spin it, then it has to be fresh
To make you dance until there's no one left

Cause you a customer

Erick Sermon
Praying like a prey when the fox in action
I smell blood, no time for maxing
Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc
Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark
My eyes close like ?Steve Austin?,
I got you in the square
I will let you run, nah, that ain't fair
So I clear my visions until I can spot him
Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him"

PMD
Whenever MC's, you're in over your head
My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed
The process of elimination is quite simple
Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple
Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad
Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid
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Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker"

Erick Sermon
Well it was a rap contest, nothing that we couldn't handle
At the house they had the mics on the mantle
Looked at the DJ and said "May I?"
Lit it up like the Fourth of July
Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
No, I'm the E of EPMD
I have a strong point of view on the way things run
Just shut up and listen and learn my son

PMD
Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper
don't try to front, you're nothing but a sucker
The style we're using, no doubt copaesthetic
You try to bite and yet sound pathetic
Design my rhyme like a tailor, flow like a sailor
As the beat gets stronger, MC's get staler
Not bragging or tagging, surely not fagging
MC's surrender, raise the flags and
Give up the title because the signs are vital
I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle

You a customer

Erick Sermon
I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich
I feel good, now it's time to do damage
I flow like Bounty, you know what I mean?
One rhyme after rhyme, to release the steam
When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor
You know why I get over? I'm the master
I do a show, pack it in til it's cramming up
Look for the microphone then jam it up

PMD
You said you see me jamming in New York Tech
You got one right fella, you deserve a check
How did you know, you must have been jocking
How do you know the places I be rocking?
don't follow me fella, every move that I make
I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break
Research upon me but don't go past the limit
Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits

Erick Sermon
there's two things to check out in
the words that I'm saying
Plus listen to the good time playing
Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking
Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck

PMD
MC's, the final countdown
You look tired, can you go the round?
If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit
And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it"
People may say that I'm a party pooper
that's kinda true, a long island trooper

You a customer