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Artiste : EPMD
Titre : Tell Em
Intro:
You abou to come through right. (Yeah don´t stress it.) You about to come
through. (I got this check this out man.) You ain´t gonna front on me (I

ain´t gonna front on niggas man.) Make sure man I´m tellin´ you right now.
(Check this out. What I´m about to do right now.) You gonna kick it word
up. Ha

Erick Sermon:
Personal ggats I gots about 11, without weapons I swing more bats than K7
Plus, I´m soup like Campbell without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin
In this century I uphold the crown, for bringin´ Flavor In Ya Ear
Plus I´m Gettin´ Down, I manuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect

I come with the mothership and some other shit
Yeah all the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin´ in some work

Hook:
Yeah if you got a crew you better tell em.
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum. Don´t slip or you won´t be around next
year
"Well heres a little something that needs to be heard." - Slick Rick

Rosalyn:
Check the poetry in motion, from this bom bazi smokin´
Bitch that get you open, it´s mess if you tangle with my tresses
Cause I posses gifts that´s wickeder than Hexas

That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC´s like queens
And none of y´all can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini
Your style is strickly primi, and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to Rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of Packed Pistol Posse
I represent through mind soul and body
In any form I´m doin´ work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin´ my tape release date
Word born, I´m comin´ in like a swarm
Then I´m gone before you can ring the alarm

Hook

Keith Murray:
A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque, in your head back chest arms and legs
When I´m coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze them subterranium, my subliminals mix with criminal chemicals
Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal
Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That´s a promise cause the squad don´t make threats
I´m a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics, above and beyond all that
other bullshit
Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin´, conceptive or
consistant contestant

My deviant delieverance be leavin´ MC´s in the state of malmet depressive
(word up)
Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum, you got a crew you better
tell em