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Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more time to 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you knocked out the box

Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Joe you know

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
Niggaz when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, with the big wigs

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, keep it like street level
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads
Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" when we in

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, the world tour
that, peep that E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so and get the bozack

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
Servin' you customers and fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I smack you
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell?
Girls lose to me when groove to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

We stripped too many beats to make too niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let that cease
I'm with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale