As the wind sets the mood,
droppin bombs like Warsaw
It reminds me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from
junior high to high schools
because I knew I had the tools
I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin rhymes in the place,
the way I shaked and baked it
Later on I made a record,
Everybody's jockin, now nobody's
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and
the elderly creature features
when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip- top and I won't stop
To be the master, in the field of hip- hop
I did that, and got a name for myself
The image of E, and all of my wealth
but things ain't the same
Oh what a shame, I diss em
Before I cut records I had dreams
But when I told my college friends
they kicked back and laughed
Said, "You better grab your books
and take your behind to class"
They said, "You couldn't make a record
Cause there's too many def
rappers in the world today"
I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my
They said, "Your name is Parrish son,
Frontin you gettin a contract,
But when you heard my record playin,
Your head was tilted back that you was
Top Notch, and James Ellis
only one and she was mellow
My records started sellin then P withdrew
From the college Southern Con,
But when I often go and visit they say,
I shake my head and then chuckle,
and throw up the peace sign
But P reply it's really nothin,
And when I step up on the scene
I always hear them whisper
did you see him diss you?"
I go deep into my thoughts,
then I questioned my brain
It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune,
Now you wanna know me, be
Just to see me, the E, and the P
Back then you didn't know,
To be a def rap per with the
someone that cause trouble
and came up with E Double
I can't forget, how they used to diss
Sayin he can't rap, because
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound
Now I clock G's, trunk jewels,
with the system that cranks
EPMD, is Erick Par rish Makin Dollars
Always on tour, so you can
You saw me in eighty- sev en, where
have you been because we miss you
I dismissed you, it wasn't me who dissed
As I freak a funky style,
I use my crazy def talent,
Me to flow slow, and still live large
Because my friends started
buggin, we used to cool at the mall
the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always
"They got lucky on Strictly Biz
but watch the next one crumble"
My father always told me to wisen up son
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends,
you're bound to be the 10th one
So I cut my friends off, and P went for self
Me and Erick Sermon, and no one else
Strictly writin def lyrics to my
With the crazy imagination
But now they workin full time,
and sharin their mom's cars
Always frontin to the girls,
But you leave out how you carpin to go
Yeah we came hittin hard, so all
blame God, it's his fault
For assistin us on the mission
To do a crab MC, who did not learn
Now when you're hot you're hot,
and when you're not you're not
And when it comes to funky music,
So next time you see me coolin,
bite your lip and respect
Between me and you sonny,
straight up, I'm like death
I cooled on the Run tour,
Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince but
I did shows in crazy countries,
I even been to our country,
Keep your eyes on your girl,
cause P'll be watchin around the
Tick tick'n, yo check out P rippin
cause brothers keep vickin
Flows and echoes, that sound exact
But you're rhymin in circles,
by the way I'm still the same
First name is still Parrish,
Sue's my girl, nuttin changed
