Head Banger by Epmd
Ka-rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks
As I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots of the maniac
Dressed in black, carry round a strap, kid you play me too close
Slow down and catch a cap, pow, 'cause I don't play games
An outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so called fame
Strictly biz to hard kid, yeah, as I climb charts, bustin' ass daily
As I compose like Mozart, just stand, say you're mad damn
Why him? Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my target
The Bozack, I rip up flows that make an MC stop and chill
And say he's all that hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the hit squad, down with the head banger
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Erick Sermon break it down
Hit squad, the headbanger, yeah, head crack, head crack
Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin'
But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin' a real Damian
Omen possessed by the devil, you dig the rhythm
And I'll play the runnin' rebel, changed my style, so I can
Freak the funk, yo pass the Philly, hit squad spark the blunt
I got the power to ram shack a stadium wubba wubba
Even Judy Brown the Palladium, yo, I'm from the Boondocks
So I knows the flavor, yeah, yeah, sometimes I curse but now
I show behavior, EPMD, yo, is in this to win this a brand new LP
So mind your business, no jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo where's my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the B-boy slang and blast some suckers
Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin' my steel
Plus I'm goin to court, make my own appeal as taught as a kid
Or told, never talk to a stranger 'cause I could be a head banger
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack, Grand Puba, slow down
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
Hit squad, the headbanger, what?
K-Solo, hit squad, the headbanger, yeah, head crack, head crack
I'm the original rap criminal, yeah, my shots, spell spray
Duck leaves my trigger finger digital, my gun'll make many men
Things you did when I get mad and pissed
'Cause I can make him my target, braggin' 'em, taggin' 'em
Draggin' 'em, mad hollow-poin, rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum
So back up off me, here's a clip for Uzis and guns, and then
You faggots gonna off me, I'm sure you know the deal that
My nine can box, I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield
More rhymes than music's my solution, subscribers of my style
Here's a contribution, let's say you want a shovel layer parkin'
MC's like cars and drivin MC's away, tanks gon be full to rappers
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