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Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

Then off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we won't stop, it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' the blaze
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
Niggaz duckin' we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

Like the marathon, flooded with the on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' on
to Biz, new address with the fat crib
My in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, Appeal
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground street level
I rock a Rolex watch a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" when we in

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, the world tour
Believe that, that E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so and get the bozack

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my be bustin'
you customers and those fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one to live so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

We stripped too beats to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled wanna battle-battle
Put one to rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle
We beef so dead that, let that shit cease
I'm with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter