The Fan

EPMD

[Erick Sermon]



Yeah yeah uh huh word up



Yo yo yo.. YO




Aiyyo this here's procedure rock MC's durin my leisure



time I spend to do em in



The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya



When it hits it reacts like a airbag to ya



Some flip to it small kids might skip to it



and jail cats get rep to it



You get by on record but you wack on stage



So I'm blowin you up throwin hand grenades




[Parrish Smith]



That's why we roll with the big boys



with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus



shuttin down crews and motherfuckers



in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator



potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya



As I, dust bust, crush and rush



Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush



So yo, what's the deally for really



We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy



So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie




Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)




Yo, I know you was a fan of mine



I know you was a fan of mine



I know you was a fan of mine



Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits




[Erick Sermon]



Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous



P and I stomp those who get courageous



And microphones get rocked on stages



Any book or mag, we on a few pages



Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie



I swear, cause we take it there



Billboard's top ten, that's tradition



Comin through blastin with mad ammunition




[Parrish Smith]



Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer



Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna



God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it



Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz un