Underground - EPMD

Refrain: 
[Comin' straight from the Underground] 4x 
Erick Sermon: 
As I pump up a brand new funk swing  
and bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King. 
Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MC  
I bust a grill  and the reaction I check  
inspect  make sure the head's wrecked; 
[crunch] snap a neck for some live effects. 
A machine  my functioning  that's mean. 
I stay together  my man  like Al Green. 
I'm a slayer, the E-R-I-C-K and I'm back 
to attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack. 
Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned, 
I close only one eye like a cyclone. 
So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone, 
summer to my Benz that's outlined in chrome. 
I'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no joke. 
I hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's toked. 
I smoke, an MC well-done, he gets done. 
I'm knockin' out wack MCs like Michael Nunn. 
Full-power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos. 
I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo. 
I'm packed when it's time to get down. 
Cuz Erick Sermon's comin' straight from the Underground... 
Refrain 4x 
PMD: 
Okie dokie. My mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the 
bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me 
Old Gold is cold when I pop the cap. 
Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack. 
Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose. 
I'm Top Gun, pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise. 
And my main man, D-Wade, still gets paid. 
And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade. 
So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet, 
blast the boom-box, then act like George and Jet-son. 
Cuz my style, similar to Tae Kwon Do, but hey-yo, 
I don't kick or throw stars, t