Its My Thing — текст песни (Epmd)

{helicopter flies overhead}



"its my thing!"



"and the stadium is packed..

Theres a large crowd out there today..

Lets hear them play"



"you out there? louder!"

"its my thing!"



"you out there? louder!"

"its my thing!"



[parrish smith]

Mcs out there, you better stand clear

Epmd is a world premier

From new york straight talk, americas best

Cold wild long island, is where we rest



[erick sermon]

("you out there? louder!")

Style of the rap, makes your hands clap

Take care of myself because the lines are strapped

Day mean business, no time for play

If you bite a line, well roll your way

("you out there? louder!")

The more you bite, your body gets hot

Dont get too close, because you might get shot

Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat

Dont play dumbo, youre smarter than that



[pmd] its my thing



"its my thing!"

"you out there? louder!"



"it-it, it, it-it, it-it, its my thing!"



[parrish smith]

The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin

Good friends already bitin, without you knowin

("you out there? louder!")

Cant understand, why your bodys gettin weaker

Then you realize, its the voice from the speaker

The mind become delirious, situation serious

Dont get ill, go and get curious

("its my thing!")



[erick sermon]

Nuff about that, lets get on to somethin better ("louder!")

And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater

And if you want some water, Ill get you a cup

And if you dont want it, then burn the hell up

("you out there? louder!")

Im tellin you now boy, you aint jack

Talkin much junk like mr. t at your back

But hes not, so dont act cute

Cause if you do you in hot pursuits



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"its my thing!"

"you out there? louder!"



"it-it, it, it-it, it-it, its my thing!"



[parrish smith]

As the song goes on you will notice a change

The way I throw down, the way I say my name

("you out there? louder!")

The mic that Im packin, is flame resistant

So mc be cool, and keep your distance

When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me

I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell freeze..

.. music please



"its my thing!"



[erick sermon]

Ah where was i? oh yes

Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest

("you out there? louder!")

Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it

Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic

The mind is weary, floatin like a dove

Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love

Control the crowd, so they can accept it

Total concentration is the perfect method



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"its my thing!"

"you out there? louder!"



"it-it, its my, it-it, its my thing!"



[parrish smith]

The wack I subtract, the strong I attack

The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back

("you out there? louder!")

I perfect and eject, make mcs sweat

Take em off on the mic then I tell em step

Not waiting or debating, cause mcs keep hating

Play me too close, like two dogs mating

("its my thing!")



[erick sermon]

("you out there? ")

Now lets get on with the rest of the lesson

Dont really like it when suckers start messin

Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud

Talkin much junk to attract a crowd

("you out there? louder!")

You say you wanna battle, your first mistake

You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake

In the beginnin, you knew you wasnt winnin

Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin

Kinda upset boy -- I understand

You lost again -- I won, God damn



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"its my thing!"

"you out there? louder!"



"it-it, it, it-it, it-it, its my thing!"



[parrish smith]

My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit

I speak a little louder for you suckers cant hear it

("you out there? louder!")

The rhymes I designed, are right on time

And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign

Cause Im the thriller of manilla, mc cold killer

Drink budweiser, cannot stand miller

Mcs cold clockin til the partys through

Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, "this buds for you"

("its my thing!")



[erick sermon]

("you out there? louder!")

To be a real mc, you cant be obedient

To be smooth is the main ingredient

You have to be silky like a milky way

To be able to make it work, you rest and play

("you out there? louder!")

I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin

Hydraulically jacked, is the way theyre flowin

Slow yes, just like theyre awed

The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth..



"its my thing!"

"you out there? louder!"



"it-it, it, it-it, it-it, its my thing!"



[parrish smith]

While the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin

Md is on the mic, you know Im only beginnin

("you out there? louder!")

Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess

Scored 110, on my mc test

My rhymes are strong than tyson, hold a mc license

When I grab the mic, mcs get frightened



[erick sermon]

("you out there? louder!")

Im dangerous, Im here to crush some bones

Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone ("its my thing!")

What I mean by lounge, I dont mean bitin, huh

You mess around, and well be fightin

Its alright if you bite, but dont recite

Because the rhymes are mine, and that aint right

("you out there? louder!")

But until just chill to the next episode

Donald j, yo, release the code



[pmd] its my thing



"its my thing!"

"its my thing!"

"you out there? "



"it-it, it, it-it, it-it, its my thing!"



"its my thing! its my thing! its my thing!"

("you out there? louder!")

"it-it, it, it-it, it-it, its my thing!"



"la-la-loud-la-loud-la-louder!"

"its my thing!"

"you out there? louder!"

"its my thing!" *music fades*

"you out there? "

"ya ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya you out there? "