The Fan

Yo, yo-yo, yo
Aiyyo this heres procedure, rock
MCs durin my leisure
Time I spend to do em in
The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
And jail cats get rep to it
You get, by on record but you wack on stage
So Im, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades
Thats why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
Shuttin down crews and mother******s
In low beta, not to be ****** with like the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when
I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin *************, turn your ice physi into slush
So yo, whats the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin like
BillySo *************z chill and spark the
PhillieYo,
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Heres my card and on the back of its my fan club digits
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Heres my card and on the back of its my fan club digits
Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, thats outrageous
P and I stomp those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few pages
Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
I swear, cause we take it there
Billboards top ten, thats tradition
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
God dammit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you stupid *************z understand it
Its been a long time,
MC crabbin ******** ***** *************z runnin
Wack MCs we straight stunnin
When we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected,
EPMD second wind , fuel-injected
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Heres my card and on the back of its my fan club digits
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Heres my card and on the back of its my fan club digits
Word yeah, tell em
P, yoI never seen yall before, when
I came through
With my dogs headbangin with the
Hit Squad crew
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
Any beef with us, we aint lettin *************t go
E-Dub, no one replacin me
If theres a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while yall got leases
I get the whole pie, while yall get pieces
Thats why we own, bitin our ***** ********t, we dont condone
News flash,
Erick and
Parrish, we got it sewn
And like Im
Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash
Ba*************n the rash, double up
P, straight on smidash
So stop playin, serious like
So What Cha
Sayin?In
Apollo sold out with
Red man, ****** headbangin
To the street corners, the back alleys , to the
Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally