Hardcore

EPMD

[Featuring Redman]



(Chorus)



Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)



(PMD)



When I turn a party out all hands is in the air



Some say it's chill New York throw chairs



The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip



Girls rush the stage faggots cold dip



Low to avoid the caps and blows



By the gangbanners at the B boy shows



Wit the cops trying to control the crowd



But they can't systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud



Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am



Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and



The bass continues to thump



Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks



Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched



Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps



And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout



"Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out



Chorus



(E Double)



Rap combat squares sat and I attack



Any crab MC that's down wit the wack



And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck



Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech



I'm terror, new edition to rap era



I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever



I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius



I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)?



Yo, wit that, I can break fool



Especially when the posse is thick and got tools



Make me feel good 'cause they got steel



No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal



K-A, microphone wrecker E-D



The O, the U, the B, the L to the E



Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship



My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip



I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn



Mess wit me and get your manhood token



Chorus



(Redman)



I go