"CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.." (*repeat 8X*)  "Yeaaaah! Ha ha ha"    [Erick Sermon]  Equipped with the rap microchip  Program, aptitude, one mo' return, aww {shit}  My face in the magazines, showin my eyes green  ("CHILL..") Chill, freshly dipped when I'm seen  Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double  I pack a Mac-10 just in case of trouble  Hot like a handle on a pot, I'm steamin  Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman  I'm the original, my style's deformed  So it can sound crazy ill when I perform  Yeah, check one two mic supreme  EPMD, the rap American Dream Team  The E-Double's definitely no joke  You can't see me, even with a microscope  I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer  Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa  Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith  The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest  Hardcore rhymin, yeah, that's the ticket  Buckwhylin, rough enough for Long Island    [Chorus: repeat all 4X]  "CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.."  "CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.."  "Yeaaaah! Ha ha ha"  "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island" -> Rakim     [PMD]  Back up, boy, move easy with the hand motion  Don't even blink kid, or I'ma start smokin  The glock hammer's cocked with the speed shot  Twelve shots, the bust target is the brown fox  So call me smooth talk, rhyme jaywalk wit the slang talk  B-boy fanatic, straight from New York  The foundation, landmark of the rap scene  EPMD in effect, I'm clockin mad green  Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog  Girl was runnin wild, ate her like a corndog  Four mics are ready to flow in slow mo'  Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes  ("Yeaaaah! Ha ha ha")  Hard, you get scarred, messin wit the Hit Squad  Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge  No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill  Get the macadamians, and oh yeah kid, chill    [Chorus]    "CHILL.. CHILL.. Chill.. chill.." (*repeat to fade*)