Lyrics Chill - EPMD
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Equipped
with
the
rap
microchip
Program,
aptitude,
one
mo′
return,
aww
(Shit)
My
face
in
the
magazines,
showin'
my
eyes
green
(Chill)
Chill,
freshly
dipped
when
I′m
seen
Yo,
dig,
it's
the
new
fig
for
the
E-Double
I
pack
a
Mac-10
just
in
case
of
trouble
Hot
like
a
handle
on
a
pot,
I'm
steamin′
Fame
and
more
glory
than
Morgan
Freeman
I′m
the
original,
my
style's
deformed
So
it
can
sound
crazy
ill
when
I
perform
Yeah,
check
one
two
mic
supreme
EPMD,
the
rap
American
Dream
Team
The
E-Double′s
definitely
no
joke
You
can't
see
me,
even
with
a
microscope
I′m
massive
dope,
funky,
who's
deffer
Yo,
when
I
express
myself
like
Salt
′N
Pepa
Erick
Sermon
and
Parrish
Smith
The
sickest,
the
wickest,
crazy
mad
psycho,
the
slickest
Hardcore
rhymin',
yeah,
that's
the
ticket
Buckwhylin′,
rough
enough
for
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Back
up,
boy,
move
easy
with
the
hand
motion
Don′t
even
blink
kid,
or
I'ma
start
smokin′
The
glock
hammer's
cocked
with
the
speed
shot
Twelve
shots,
the
bust
target
is
the
brown
fox
So
call
me
smooth
talk,
rhyme
jaywalk
with
the
slang
talk
B-boy
fanatic,
straight
from
New
York
The
foundation,
landmark
of
the
rap
scene
EPMD
in
effect,
I′m
clockin'
mad
green
Like
Kermit
the
Frog,
sloppy
like
Boss
Hog
Girl
was
runnin′
wild,
ate
her
like
a
corndog
Four
mics
are
ready
to
flow
in
slow
mo'
Know
the
rap
game
just
like
Bo
knows
hoes
(Yeah)
Hard,
you
get
scarred,
messin'
with
the
Hit
Squad
Slide
easy
or
catch
a
bull
shucks
charge
No
time
to
ill,
stay
mental
or
puff
a
pill
Get
the
Macadamians,
and
oh
yeah
kid,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill,
yeah
Rough
enough
to
break
New
York
From
Long
Island
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
Chill,
chill,
chill,
chill
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