Chill

Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Buckwhylin', rough enough for Long Island

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Twelve shots, the bust target is the brown fox

So it can sound crazy ill when I perform
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Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double
Rough enough to break New York
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Rough enough to break New York

Rough enough to break New York
I'm the original, my style's deformed
Program, aptitude, one mo' return, aww
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Rough enough to break New York
Equipped with the rap microchip
Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman
(Yeah)

You can't see me, even with a microscope
So call me smooth talk, rhyme jaywalk with the slang talk
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Don't even blink kid, or I'ma start smokin'
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I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer
From Long Island
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No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill

My face in the magazines, showin' my eyes green
(Chill)
From Long Island
EPMD, the rap American Dream Team
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Hot like a handle on a pot, I'm steamin'
Hard, you get scarred, messin' with the Hit Squad
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From Long Island
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Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes
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Back up, boy, move easy with the hand motion
I pack a Mac-10 just in case of trouble
From Long Island
EPMD in effect, I'm clockin' mad green
Rough enough to break New York
The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest

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Rough enough to break New York
(Shit)
Rough enough to break New York

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The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
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From Long Island
Rough enough to break New York
Get the Macadamians, and oh yeah kid, chill

Four mics are ready to flow in slow mo'
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B-boy fanatic, straight from New York

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From Long Island
Girl was runnin' wild, ate her like a corndog
Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog
Yeah, check one two mic supreme
From Long Island

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The glock hammer's cocked with the speed shot
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Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith
Slide easy or catch a bull shucks charge
From Long Island

Chill, freshly dipped when I'm seen
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Hardcore rhymin', yeah, that's the ticket
The E-Double's definitely no joke