Hardcore - EPMD

[Featuring Redman] 
(Chorus) 
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) 
(PMD) 
When I turn a party out  all hands is in the air 
Some say it's chill  New York throw chairs 
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip 
Girls rush the stage  faggots cold dip 
Low to avoid the caps and blows 
By the gangbanners at the B boy shows 
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd 
But they can't  systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud 
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am 
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and 
The bass continues to thump 
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks 
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched 
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps 
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout 
"Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out 
Chorus 
(E Double) 
Rap combat squares sat and I attack 
Any crab MC that's down wit the wack 
And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck 
Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech 
I'm terror, new edition to rap era 
I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever 
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius 
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)? 
Yo, wit that, I can break fool 
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools 
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel 
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal 
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D 
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E 
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship 
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip 
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn 
Mess wit me and get your manhood token 
Chorus 
(Redman) 
I go
Artist: EPMD
Title: Hardcore