Breaker, 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday
My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock
Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat
Yes, the son of Sam and I'll be goddamn
Then I freak the funky style and I use it
Dun na, na, na, na, na, like Rocky
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam man
I'm slammin', the dopest nigga from the underground
Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan
MD and hear nothing but the music
(Who's Bad?)
Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox
(Why?)
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
EPMD, back in effect on your rap set
To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison
If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him
I'm bad like Michael Jackson
(P S Y C H E)
Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin'
Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast
Out the basement, now world renown
Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production
Can't stop us from buggin' because we're trippin'
I get mad props like Sonny Crockett
Then I freak a funky style and I use it
Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Slate take two, action, the main attraction
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right
Can't stop now 'cuz I'm diesel
Dark as hell and water drippin'
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
No one can stop me
Can't stop us from buggin' because we're trippin'
I, the Afro American, black citizen
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz
What's this? Another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Kid, and hear nothing but the music
I'm teaching psyche
The combination, the jab, the uppercut
Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday
Mad footwork from the rapper expert
No illusion, just mass confusion
Parrish Smith mentally sick
You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe
Say what, damn right, shut the hell up
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'
I fought MC's word up and watch 'em grown up
