EPMD
Actin' Up
When one-two starts actin' upHomey duck, homey duck, homey duck, homey duckBLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dudeBLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude"One, two, three, four, five"Oh-six through oh-eight, this is oh-nine liveAnd for the new year I pack a chrome fo'-fiveAnd keep it straight raw like Shady fo'-fiveIt's I, youngest in charge, a.k.a. so flyAct up, I'm your neck like a fuckin' bowtieBack up, show respect to the newest multi-million sold, And that's only in the N.Y., oh!Get low when that kickback blowI put a X on you squares, call it tic-tac-toe{click clack blow} Put a lil' tag on his toeI call it yeast infection faggot how I get that doughSo who want beef, and I'm a shoot it 'til my shooter come throughHop out the Cougar put a hole in your medullahIt's mo' back at it I'm stoned like crack addictsHocus pocus sayonara I'm gone, black magicThat EPMD we a hip-hop phenom'This style I birthed it, I am the momThe illest (Slow Flow) and the one-two(Without D.M.C. I'm who they Run to)SongtexteWho they come to, to get their swag(I've been that little boy with the duffel bag)Ain't anything changed, keep cash bags with me(I'm a threat, so I keep trash bags with me)Okay! Dem lay, and if they dumpin'Double pumpin' shotgun action, who's askin?You! (Can't be for real)(You eatin', but you ain't finish your meal)Uhh, I'm the blueprint for those who can't lose(I wrote them checks so I paid them dues)Yeah Sermon, who walked in my shoes?You better be Bigfoot (if not stay put)So I'm the future of this music, bet your life on thatSince construction paper and Crayolas I've been writin' rapsSo don't confuse me with these bamas that, ain't got no talentAnd just all of a sudden up and decide to rapAin't no disguisin' that bullshit, they ride to that bullshitWho bought 'em that bullshit? Your mom and them?She probably mad, 'bout to whup your ass for not againBut don't feel bad, you just tryin' to winTalkin' 'bout designers and your diamonds what you drivin' inAnd you ain't even behind the wheel, go to the passenger side of itTell me, why is that niggaz do that? That nigga ain't do thatHe lyin', he ain't never lived through thatEven people that know you hear you and be like "Who that?"That nigga ain't do that (uh-uh, I don't believe him)I been knew that, been seen through thatHear you yappin' 'bout some weight you never soldPeople you ain't never shoot atTake it down, let's see whatever fairy tales you bring back(You do got a good imagination though, I can tell you that)This force is all boss, to fakers of all fakersJust face it, you all talk and it's phony baby
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