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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 seenYo, dig, it's the new fig for the 
E-DoubleI 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 performYeah, check one two mic supreme
EPMD, the rap 
American Dream 
TeamThe 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
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Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
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Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
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Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
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Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
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 with the slang talk
B-boy fanatic, straight from 
New YorkThe foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in effect, 
I'm clockin' mad green
Like Kermit the 
Frog, sloppy like 
Boss HogGirl 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(Yeah)
Hard, you get scarred, messin' with the 
Hit SquadSlide easy or catch a bull shucks charge
No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
Get the Macadamians, and oh yeah kid, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break 
New YorkFrom 
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
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