Can't Hear Nothing But The Music - EPMD

(PMD) 
It's a fact  I'm mad hard like a jail yard 
I'm sick  slow  call me a retard 
Can't hear nothing but the music  I'm slippin 
Dark as hell and water drippin 
Parrish Smith  mentally sick 
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz 
Yes  the son of Sam and I'll be godamn 
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam  man 
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox 
My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock 
Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft 
Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast 
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin 
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin 
(Chorus) 
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin(4x) 
(Erick Sermon) 
Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday 
Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday 
No illusion, just mass confusion 
Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production 
I, the Afromerican, black citizen 
To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison 
No one can stop me 
Dun na na na na na, like Rocky 
The combination, the jab, the uppercut 
Mad footwork from the rapper expert 
Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks 
Say what, damn right, shut the hell up 
I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up 
Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts 
Then I freak the funky style and I use it 
MD and hear nothing but the music 
Chorus 
(PMD) 
What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid 
I get mad props like Sonny Crockett 
You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe 
Can't stop now (why) cuz I'm diesel 
EPMD back in effect on your rap set 
Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat 
Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin 
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin 
(Erick Sermon) 
Slate take two, action, the main attraction 
(Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson 
Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick 
Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan 
My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right 
I'm teaching (P-S-Y-C-H-E) psyche 
I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground 
Out the basement, now world renown 
Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim 
If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him 
Then I freak a funky style and I use it 
Kid, and hear nothing but the music 
Chorus