Текст песни I'm Mad - EPMD
Erick
sermon:
It′s
the
e,
and
I'm
smokin′.
wild
like
tone
loc,
I'm
roastin,
bakin'
mcs,
The
e
I′m
not
jokin′
so
back
up,
punk,
slack
up.
Watch
your
weak
posse,
before
they
get
smacked
up.
One
by
one,
two
by
two,
three
by
three,
yo
p...
[Parrish:
what's
up,
e.d.?
]
Pass
the
uzi,
to
blow
up,
any
wack
mc
that
show
up,
There
goes
one,
blast
′im
now.
[E,
hold
up.]
*Don't
make
me
wait-wait*
because
it
might
be
too
late,
the
punk
might
escape,
And
buck
whyle,
and
in
fact,
bite
my
style,
and
i′m-a
catch
a
bullshit
charge,
Plus
trial.
It's
my
thing
to
swing,
your
first
mistake
to
bring
a
duck
mc
that
can′t
hang.
Don't
forget,
I'm
crazy
swift.
my
name
is
erick
sermon
[Yeah,
and
I′m
parrish
smith]
I
could
act
foolish,
start
blastin′.
ha
ha
ha
ha,
now
who's
laughin′?
I'm-a
let
ya
slide,
but
ya
owe
me,
next
time
you
see
me...
[...holler
like
ya
know
me!]
I′m
mad...
Refrain:
(Here's
a
little
story,
I′ve
gots
to
tell)
{scratching}
(I'm
mad!)
4x
Parrish:
My
life
story
I
tell
straight
from
the
heart.
When
suckers
tried
to
crash
my
shit
straight
from
start.
A
young
black
kid
destined
for
success,
no
old
gold,
no
cocaine,
or
buddha
cess.
Straight
up
hard
work.
no
sleep
and
no
shorts.
Brainstormin'
with
the
skills
that
pop
duke
taught.
To
keep
swingin′,
yeah,
and
not
to
quit.
Now
I
ride
the
benz,
you
ride
the
dick,
with
your
punk
friends,
Straight
up
pussy
from
punk
city,
my
attitude′s
fucked
up
and
real
shitty.
From
the
backstabbers,
yeah
my
so-called
friends,
Who
swim
in
my
pool.
when
it's
time,
flex
the
benz,
Around
town,
windows
down
at
the
south
town,
cool
j
tape
or
k-solo
spellbound
With
fly
girlies
dippin,
brothers
grippin′
and
sippin'
Old
gold,
red
bull,
hands
on
my
dick
and
I′m
just
lampin'
with
my
ek
shades,
truck-jewels,
obviously
the
man′s
paid.
But
of
course
not,
brother
can't
get
his
props
Like
for
instance,
when
I
cruise
up
the
block
In
my
560
lampin'
on
my
metro
phone,
chrome
kit
beamin′
all
off
your
dome.
But
like
a
sucka,
yeah,
you
looked
the
other
way
That′s
how
I
knew
you're
on
my
dick
kid,
but
it′s
okay.
It's
normal,
relax,
your
whole
head′s
busted.
Caught
in
the
rap
skit,
ya
couldn't
be
trusted.
Cuz
my
sounds
pound
from
here
to
okinowi...{kiss}
peace
and
I′m
ouuuutie!
Refrain
Erick:
Stay
tuned
to
this
last
episode,
when
I
rock
the
house
and
the
mic
explodes.
This
is
not
the
buckwild
style
that
I
be
usin',
in
fact
black,
It
causes
{mass
confusion}
It's
a
fallout,
when
sucker
mcs
and
crowds
call
out
my
name,
Oh
what
a
shame
I
got
{fame!}
Parrish:
I′m
not
a
new
jack,
my
rhymes
are
not
wack,
and
in
fact,
I′m
like
clint
eastwood,
'stead
of
bullets,
rhymes
I
pack
In
my
flow
gun,
so
son,
ya
better
run,
Cuz
when
it
comes
to
hostage
and
prisoners,
we
take
none.
We
move
wax
like
kilos
...{scratch}
And
when
my
jam
hits
the
streets,
the
sounds
explode.
Watch
the
right
hook,
duck
the
death
blow
jack,
I
wonder
where
the
e
and
the
p′s
at...
[Can
they
do
it
again?
] you
bet
your
ass,
black.
[See
you
in
'91]
until
things
get
the
bozack...
[I′m
mad...]
Refrain
1 I'm Mad
2 Hardcore
3 Rampage
4 Manslaughter
5 Jane 3
6 For My People
7 Gold Digger
8 Give the People
9 Rap Is Outta Control
10 Brothers On My Jock
11 Underground
12 Hit Squad Heist
13 Funky Piano
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