Richter Scale - EPMD

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[Erick Sermon] 
Uh huh 
Yeah  aww yeah  uhh "Richter Scale" 
It goes lights  camera  action I'm on 
One more time to kill em  my rap flow is fulfilling 
I scream with the Beastie Boys    What time is it? 
It's two o'clock  you gettin knocked out the box 
then kicked off the block  Def Squad Hit Squad 
no we won't stop  fuck it call the cops (uh huh) 
I be the invincible  in the school of hard knocks 
I'm the principle, Fatman Joe y'know 
[Parrish Smith] 
As you suffer the repercussions, comin through the blaze 
bust the crime scene, cause some drama, niggaz duckin 
When we come through, throwin the jab, in the one-two 
Layin MC's out to trap, when we run through (like what?) 
Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on 
Get my rhymin on, PMD fuckin shinin on 
Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib 
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs 
Chorus: Erick Sermon 
Off the meter, and everytime we reach the 
tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! 
In the field of rap, we pull rank no question 
We top the "Richter Scale" 
*repeat 2X* 
[Erick Sermon] 
Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic 
Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal 
Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on 
to get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it 
I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown 
Hell of a jab, gift to gab 
I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level 
I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel 
[Parrish Smith] 
Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era 
Off the richter scale, blowin hotter than ever 
with the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin 
Lost your mind and said, "Shit!!" when we barged in