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EPMD - I'm Housin' lyrics
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From New York straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest The style of the rap makes your hands clap Take care sucker 'cause the lines are strapped They mean business no time for play If you bite a line they blow you away The more you bite your body gets hot Don't get too cold because you might get shot Knowin' that my rhyme's like a poisonous rat Don't play dumb boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps the rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you knowin' You can't understand why your body's gettin' weaker Then you realize it's the voice from the speaker The mind becomes delirious Situation serious Don't get ill, go and get curious Enough about that, let's get on to somethin' better And if it gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup And if you don't wantit, then burn the hell up I'm tellin' ya now, boy, you ain't jack Talkin' that junk like Mr. T is your back But he's not So don't act cute 'Cause if we do, you in high pursuit It's my thing As the song goes on, you will notice a change The way I throw down, the way I say my name The mike that I'm packin' is flame resistant So M.C.s be cool, and keep your distance When I walk into the party, girls are screamin' at me I park my mike in my holst' and the I yell, |
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