[Parrish Smith]  Just when you thought it was safe to make records  The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin  E Double swingin high *scratch* I'm swingin low  Washin wannabees down, with some H20  As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow  (Any has PMD?) Hell no!  I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow  That's not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my Eggo    "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"    [Erick Sermon]  Straight up, right now, I'm on a mission  Front face the center and face your competition  As I rock, you jock, and in shock  and have fear -- when the E is on the spot  (You pulled the mic handle: Joker, Joker, Joker)  Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot  So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent  Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads  I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool  But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool  That's the way I would want stuff lookin  The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn boy    "EPMD is in town"  [PMD] No words at all boy  "Strictly snappin necks!"  "EPMD is in town"  [PMD] No words at all boy  "Strictly snappin necks!"    [Parrish Smith]  Welcome... and all aboard  Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score  People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift  To get paid off what we made, and also uplift  A new way to sway, or should I say flow  To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'hoe'  Now hold the O, and give me an intro  A kick and a snare, now the green light to go  I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck  by break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck  When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O.  Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow  Cause on my second return, I had to come correct  Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip  I make the music, that makes a posse ill  In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill  Or maybe at the spot where you hang where it's hot  Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the parkin lot  But mainly at a concert where the place is packed  Brothers yellin 'hoe', girlies on the bozack  The system boomin, smoke everywhere  People swayin side to side with they hands in the air  A posse digs the music so they want to roll  So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold  But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami  Approach with caution, cause brothers pack jammies  in they coat pocketbooks, and even they jock  You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get popped    "I hear voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"    [Erick Sermon]  Hurry hurry and step right up  The best show on earth, EPMD yea word up  And featuring the man on the cut  He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS  So whassup homeboy, there's any static?  Do we have to ?? and get dramatic?  Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps  or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps?  Nah, I don't think you want that  so I cool, and instead I bust raps  Like check one two, and you don't quit  And match a funky dope rhyme that fits  I say a rhyme and change the whole subject  and still flow, and freak the whole public  It can't be done, especially by a crab MC  who came out the crack rehab  You must be mad, in fact, kind of rad  You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad  Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point  Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint  Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and down  I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge when    "EPMD is in town"  [PMD] No words at all boy  "Strictly snappin necks!"  "EPMD is in town"  [PMD] No words at all boy  "Strictly snappin necks!"    [Parrish]  SCSU!  EPMD's in effect  Snappin necks n cashin checks