Lyrics The Fan - EPMD
[Erick
sermon]
Yeah
yeah,
uh-huh,
word
up
Yo,
yo-yo.
yo
Aiyyo
this
here′s
procedure,
rock
mc's
durin
my
leisure
Time
I
spend
to
do
em
in
The
sound
pumps
hard,
and
runs
right
through
ya
When
it
hits,
it
reacts
like
a
airbag
to
ya
Some
flip
to
it,
small
kids
might
skip
to
it
And
jail
cats
get
rep
to
it
You
get,
by
on
record
but
you
wack
on
stage
So
i′m,
blowin
you
up,
throwin
hand
grenades
[Parrish
smith]
That's
why
we
roll
with
the
big
boys
With
big
toys,
bringin
crazy
noise
and
ruckus
Shuttin
down
crews
and
motherfuckers
In
low
beta,
not
to
be
fucked
with
like
the
swamp
gator
Potato,
on
the
barrel
of
the
snub
nosed
when
I
blaze
ya
As
i,
dust
bust,
crush
and
rush
Catch
you
flossin
nigga,
turn
your
ice
physi'
into
slush
So
yo,
what′s
the
deally
for
really
We
rock
nine
untilly,
grindin
like
billy
So
niggaz
chill
and
spark
the
phillie
Chorus:
parrish
smith
(repeat
2x)
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
of
it's
my
fan
club
digits
[Erick
sermon]
Uh,
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
[Parrish
smith]
Five-alarmer,
microphone
bomber,
woman
charmer
Night
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
niggaz
understand
it
It's
been
a
long
time,
mc
crabbin
bitch
niggaz
runnin
Wack
mc′s
we
straight
stunnin
When
we
roll
up,
unexpected,
undetected
Resurrected,
epmd
second
wind,
fuel-injected
Chorus
[Erick
sermon]
Word
yeah,
tell
em
p,
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
[Parrish
smith]
That′s
why
we
own,
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'
Bashin
the
rash,
double
up
p,
straight
on
smidash
So
stop
playin,
serious
like
_so
what
cha
sayin′?
_
In
apollo
sold
out
with
redman,
fuckin
headbangin
To
the
street
corners,
the
back
alleys,
to
the
cali
valleys
Epmd
in
effect,
chillin
as
the
scans
tally
1 Intro
2 Pioneers
3 Right Now
4 Check 1, 2
5 Hold Me Down
6 The Fan
7 Draw
8 U Got Shot
9 House Party
10 The Funk
11 Jane 6
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