paroles de chanson You Gots To Chill - EPMD
You
gots
to
chill
Relax
your
mind,
let
your
conscience
be
free
And
get
down
to
the
sounds
of
EMPD
Well
you
should
keep
quiet
while
the
MC
rap
But
if
you
tired
then
go
take
a
nap!
Or
stay
awake
and
watch
the
show
I
take
Because
right
now
I'm
'bout
to
shake
and
bake
The
E-R-I-C-K
is
my
name,
I
spell
Thanks
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
I
say
check
one-two,
and
run
down
the
line
To
the
average
MC
I'm
known
as
the
terminator
Funky
beat
maker,
new
jack
exterminator
Destroy
an
employ',
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
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
def
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,
double
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
RIP
For
all
those
unaware
it
means
rest
in
peace
'Cause
M-D
stands
for
microphone
doctor
And
the
capital
P
(capital
P)
capital
M
(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
hesitate
to
motivate
the
crowd
I'm
not
playin'
Seeing
is
believin',
you
catch
my
drift?
Don't
try
to
a-dapt
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-smack
I
keep
their
hands
clappin',
fingers
snappin',
feet
tappin'
When
it's
time
to
roll
Uzi
patrol
was
packin'
The
PMD,
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
witcha
shield
and
your
armor
geared
You
gots
to
chill
DJ
La
Boss
(takes
no
shorts)
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