Lyrics The Fan - EPMD

Yo, aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's during my leisure
Time I spend to do em in
The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts like an airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
And jail cats get ripped to it
You get, by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm, blowin you up throwin hand grenades

That's why we roll with the big boys, with big toys
Bringin crazy noise and ruckus, shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
A low beta, not to be fucked with like a swamp gator
Potato, with a barrel of snub nose when I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin, nigga turn your ice museum to slush
So yo, what's the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
So niggas chill and spark the Phillie

Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back it is my fan club digits
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back it is my fan club digits

Aiyyo takin our spot? That's outrageous
P and I stomp those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on stages
Any book or mag we on a few pages
Not commercial, not frontin
And no movie I swear, cause we take it there
Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition

Five alarmer, microphone balmer, woman charmer
Knight in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggas understand it
It's been a long time comin, MC crabbin bitch niggas runnin
Wack MC's we straight stunnin when we roll up
Unexpected, undetected, resurrected
EPMD second wind fuel injected

Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back it is my fan club digits
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back it is my fan club digits

Yo, I never seen y'all before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin with the Hit Squad crew
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
E-Dub, no one replacin me
If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases
I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces

That's why we on, bitin our shit we don't condone
News flash, Erick and Parrish we got it sewn
And like I'm Damon, we dash for the cash, mash for the fash
Bash in the grass, double up P, straight on smidash
So stop playin, serious like so what you sayin
In Apollo sold out with Redman fuckin headbangin
To the street corners to back alleys, to the Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally