Gold digger Digging for dat gold I'm the master of the ingot Dat's what I been told Got a room full of nuggets And a little pet pig Golden ore by the buckets But still I'm gonna dig Gold digger Gold digger My inverntories full of that shiny golden stuff But I'm diggin yet again Cuz I just can't get enough Golden apples Golden boots The golden sword I swing Golden helmet Golden hoe Golden everything If I'm threatened by a zombie And he tries to take my ore I'll kill him with my shovel A golden one of course I'm kinda like obsesed with that yellow stuff you see I want it here I want it now I want it all with me I'm digging in the caves And I'm digging all around If there's a golden block Down there then It will soon be found I'll take it to my mansion My fortress to behold You guessed it right You win the prize Of course it's made of gold Gold digger Digging for dat gold I'm the master of the ingot Dat's what I been told Got a room full of nuggets And a little pet pig Golden ore by the buckets But still I'm gonna dig Gold digger Gold digger So I'm on my way to dig again and suddenly I see A zombie pig man up ahead Just behind that tree He's probaly got a nugget And few more other items It's gonna be an easy score I guess I'll have to fight 'em They say a girls best friend Is diamonds And I suppose that's true But all the people saying that They just don't have a clue Golden ore is vauable For enchantment that's the key! The secret lies beyond the eyes in enchantablility Butter is the stuff I like I need a large supply I love the stuff so very much It almost makes me cry So take your wood Your iron ore And all that stuff you hold I'll keep on digging day and night I'm diggin for that gold! Gold digger Digging for dat gold I'm the master of the ingot Dat's what I been told Got a room full of nuggets And a little pet pig Golden ore by the buckets But still I'm gonna dig Gold digger Gold digger Just a gold digger I'm a gold digger Gold digger I'm a gold digger

You gots to chill Relax your mind, let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Oh, you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you're tired, then go take a nap Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right now, I'm 'bout to shake an' bake The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell Things to the clientele, yo, I rock well I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk About who can beat who soundin' like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say, check one-two and run down a line To the average MC, I'm known as "The Terminator" Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void Never sweatin' your girl, why P? 'Cause she's a skeezoid When I'm on the scene, I always rock the spot I grab the steel with the crown on the top In the beginnin', I like to let my rhymes flow And at 12, I press cruise control Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax Maintain MC's while the Double E macks Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill I be the personal computer, information on rap Like the B-I-Z Markie says, "I'll make your toes tap" I format the rhymes, step by step Make 'em sound deaf to maintain my rep Prepared to come off in case of a diss Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this I can turn the party out just by standin' still Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill Take total control of your body and soul Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll I'm the P-E-E-M-D-E-E And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous And like an epidemic, it becomes contagious But never the least, they all R.I.P For all those unaware, it means Rest In Peace 'Cause M.D stands for Microphone Doctor And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker Don't like to get ill, but if I have to, I kill So believe me boy, you gots to chill Catch every word I'm sayin', no, there's no delayin' Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin' Seeing is believing, you catch my drift Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift How swift? I'm so swift and that's an actual fact I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords The only weapon is my rappin' sword Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone When I'm pushin' on the microphone 'Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker The one who likes to max and relax And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin' When it's time to roll, Uzi patrol's packin' The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend And through the course of the party, I kill again and again So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared Come wit' your shield and your armored gear You gots to chill DJ La Boss takes no shorts

Slow down baby uhh Slow down baby uhh You can get rugged, though, hard like P Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me You faggot to comp rapper on a quest You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' ses So many often wonder if MDs paid You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way 'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs And I don't smoke crack, I smoke M.C.s So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic 'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo Another name for cocaine, mi amigo That's Spanish terminology for friend Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send Bass funk with beats that thump Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin' Brother ridin' my tip, L, at the same time thinkin' Damn, how could a brother be so nice 'Cause I'm the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight I like to write but then again some bite While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White Yeah slow down baby The ripper, the master, the overlordian Playing M.C.s like a old accordion I get the inspiration from a necessary station Them sayin' I was vacationin' You can't cope with your weak-ass throat Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes Major M.C.s become minor B flats So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment You're quilty, face down on the pavement No holds barred, it's time to get scarred You and your squad better praise the real god The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka So lay the mike down slow and careful 'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful A clip to slip in and start rippin' Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so I'm down so that you clowns will know Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated Yeah slow down baby When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget I master on the beat down, my style's rugged When I attack the microphone, close the zone Rap sees danger, can't roam Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall A rap tank is full so I can't stall My microphone is filled with premium Any whack M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin' Underneath fatigue at my peak You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage Yeah slow down baby Slow down baby

[Parrish smith] Relax while I tax, or you can just max It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n I pick your card and your name has been chosen Not all about? line-opin? or the stick up scene Let it flow!, you know what I mean I'm the pmd, in the place to be Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow [Erick sermon] I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti Use the same fuel as mario andretti Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip So if you real, it's no time to slip Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin Let the mc's know that I shock like lightning They mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening [Parrish] so let the funk flow Let it flow! [Erick sermon] Blastoff, and off you go We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow I would say? bamba yards?, but I'm not leavin I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin So I will stay, if that's fine wit you But I won't leave, until the party is through So while I'm here, let me get funky Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie) Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide Epmd them goin nationwide [Parrish smith] While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin You lose your cool, then you start jumpin You're out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your back To mess with the two is to mess with hot water We like to hang, torture then slaughter All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait [Erick] so let the funk flow Let it flow! [Parrish smith] Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone When the brother pmd is on the microphone The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined To go off beat, and come back on time To maintain and explain, but never sound the same And when it comes to do this, very few remain People on my jock for the rhymes I invent Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess Chillin hard, with the p on my chest Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy [Erick sermon] Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh That's not the move, it's about hip-hop The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot That only shows you what juice I got And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you So let the funk flow Let it flow! [Parrish] so let the funk flow Let it flow! [Parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky [Sermon]man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky Let it flow

(Erick Sermon) Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you would, now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing (PMD) I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill It's like a Diggum Smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage (Erick Sermon) I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend (PMD) I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla Better known as the MC cold killer PMD cold keeps the place jumping And if not then we feel like we owe you something Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be fresh To make you dance until there's no one left Cause you a customer (Erick Sermon) Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxing Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square I won't let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions until I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" (PMD) Whenever MC's, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" (Erick Sermon) It was a record test, nothing we can't handle At the house they had the mics on the mantle Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Woah, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son (PMD) Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor As the P gets stronger, MC's get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging MC's surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles because the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle You a customer (Erick Sermon) I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I feel like balanced, you know what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, to release the steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then jam it up (PMD) You said you see me jamming in New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know, you must have been jocking How do you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Well search upon me but don't go past the limit Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits (Erick Sermon) There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the good time playing Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and (PMD) MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" (Erick Sermon) People say that I'm a party pooper To tell the truth I'm a born trooper You a customer

Check one, uh-huh Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale It goes lights, camera, action I'm on One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling I scream with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?" It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad No we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle Fatman Joe you know As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what? Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown Hell of a jab, gift of gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin' Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in The front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour Believe that, peep that E and P's back Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin' Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell? Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell I got one life to live so I'm livin' Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin' We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews Like corrupt Jakes The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale Off the meter, and everytime we reach the Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh! In the field of rap, we pull rank no question We top the Richter Scale