So What Cha Sayin

The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work

I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked

Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks

Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack

The ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . .

*DJ Scratch cuts and scratches*

Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker

Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor

One wrecks, the other destroys

And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)

We don't play when it's time to slay

I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay

back and mack and all the rhymes I pack

And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack

Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field

No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel

Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform

Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born)

Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment

And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment

Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show

Girlies on my jock for my dope intro

As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker

Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka

To the ladies . . . and all party goers

Some call me freak, and others slow flower

Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel

So what you sayin?

So what you sayin?

[Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith]

Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box

MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks

I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin

Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin

Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign

You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines

in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine

Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine

Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll

Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl

What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back

I take a chance jack, so I must attack

With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack

Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack

While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame

Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin

Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen

A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins

Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics

Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics

Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more

The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard)

People round town talkin this and that

Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack

Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold

Thirty days later, the LP went gold

So what you sayin

So what you sayin

[Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith]

Now party people it's time for the exquisite

No knock knock who that over there or who is it

It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder

No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders

So hot, so you can say I'm blazin

Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am

"Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting"

For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double

Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple

I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired

And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired

Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin

In an all out battle, P comes out swingin

Cause I'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines

And if the odds against me, I still drop lines

and get mines on time that's why most resign

Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline

Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime

Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine

So what you sayin

So what you sayin