I grab the steel with the crown on top
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll
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I keep their hands clappin, fingers snappin, feet tappin
And the capital P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was packin
And one thing I hate, is a bitin MC
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
You gots to chill *echoes*
* DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" *
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Cause M.D. -- stands for Microphone Doctor
Take total control, of your body and soul
Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
Come witcha shield and your armor geared
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
And through the course of the party, I kill again and again
I'm the P, double-E, M-D-E-E
Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
And at twelve I press cruise control
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
I just get down and I go for mine
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Say 'check one-two', and run down the line
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
So if you're thinkin bout battlin you better come prepared
The one who likes to max and relax
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
Seeing is believin, you catch my drift?
But never the least they all R.I.P
When I'm pushin on the microphone
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
I format the rhymes, step by step
Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker
Catch every word I'm sayin, no there's no delayin
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
About who can beat who, soundin like a punk
Because right now -- I'm bout to shake'n'bake
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
But if you tired -- then go take a nap
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
I'm not an MC who talkin all that junk
Not worried about a thing, cause we can do this
Make em sound def to maintain my rep
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
I can turn the party out just by standin still
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void
Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
And when it's time, issue diggum-smack
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes flow
So believe me boy, you gots to chill *echoes*
The only weapon is my rappin sword
Don't try to a-dapt because I'm just too swift
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
I be the personal computer information on rap
