So What Cha Sayin - EPMD

Verse One: Erick Sermon  Parrish Smith 
The employees of the year  yeah we're back to work 
I took time off  while all the rappers got jerked 
Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks 
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack 
The ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . . 
*DJ Scratch cuts and scratches* 
Yo  I'm the hip hopper  plus the show shocker 
Down with MD  yes the microphone doctor 
One wrecks, the other destroys 
And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise) 
We don't play when it's time to slay 
I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay 
back and mack and all the rhymes I pack 
And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack 
Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field 
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel 
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform 
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born) 
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment 
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment 
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show 
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro 
As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker 
Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka 
To the ladies . . . and all party goers 
Some call me freak, and others slow flower 
Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel 
So what you sayin? 
So what you sayin? 
Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith 
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box 
MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks 
I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin 
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin 
Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign 
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines 
in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine 
Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine 
Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll 
Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl 
What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back 
I take a chance jack, so I must attack 
With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack 
Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack 
While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame 
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin 
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen 
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins 
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics 
Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics 
Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more 
The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard) 
People round town talkin this and that 
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack 
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold 
Thirty days later, the LP went gold 
So what you sayin 
So what you sayin 
Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith 
Now party people it's time for the exquisite 
No knock knock who