[P] Aiyyo whassup E Double?

[E] Yo whassup man?

[P] Yo these crab MC's got us trapped up behind these walls man

But I'm ready to break out of here and do this, yaknahmsayin?

So what's the magic word?

[Erick Sermon]

Open Sesame, and let down the main gate

Before you screamed EPMD, you shouldn't wait

I roll with a posse, hey you tried to stop me

Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me

on the sneak tip, without me knowin

so I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin

On and on, and I don't quit

I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it

Step by step, I put an end to your fun

cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son

A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city

I don't feel sorrow, and I have no pity

to run up on you, and wax plus tax

Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts

Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump

to the next town, to go punk a chump

MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps

I'm not havin it, and that means no haps Jack

So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack

This is the big payback

..

[Parrish Smith]

As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo

(Why MD?) C'mon E, the P keeps it simple

Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson

Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper

So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling is mutual

I took my rhyme to a lower RPM, then shift to neutral

then crack a 40 (what kind) of Olde E

To slay an MC (how) on the Q-T

(So what's your name boy?) C'mon, you know it's M.D.

So while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and

a pile behind the stage, the P is like steppin

off from the scenes, I see lights and si-rens

Witness every