It's Going Down

Owww! Get on down (repeat 3X)

Verse One:

Erick Sermon

Well, it's the

E wit the juice,

I'm down to get loose

Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots

Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump

My posse's thick, so

I will never get jumped

The slayer, a beast from the east,

I'm psycho

If I had a glove,

I would be

Bad as Michael

Some say, yo,

I sound rugged

Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the

Power like

Snap A.K.A. the

Mic Wrecker

A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar

Smokin, the

E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip

And make a hit, so bust it

Some ain't feel the way

I do when

I get wreck

No half steppin,

I kick back like a weapon

On the microphone,

I delight

And groovy, a

California quake couldn't move me

Get on down (repeat 4X)

It's going down (2X)

Verse Two:

PMD No lights, no camera, but lots of action

No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like

Michael Jackson

Strictly funk flows and steel toed

Timb boots to troop

State to state, stage to stage, as

I clock loot

Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic black nine mil is what

I pack so kill the static

EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground

Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown

The Squad still in effect, no record skippin

Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin

Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack

Here's a ticket kid to ride the

Jim like Amtrak

Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks

From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette

But now I'm

Swayze, ghost, the rap host

Who rip shows, from coast to coast

Get on down (repeat 4X)

It's going down (2X)

Verse Three:

Erick Sermon,

PMD Yea, back to the picture, the scene

It's me Erick

Sermon, my

M-16 Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out

I can just chill, pull out the smoke out

One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid

Act like Bo

Jackson, Nike, and

Just Do It

If there's a problem, the

Hit Squad rolls mad deep

So I can rest my head and get some sleep

While the

E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack

It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat

Guns and violence, that we don't promote

Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke

As I pull out, squeezin like

Mr. Charmin

Destroyin posses of demo tapes like

Agent Orange

So chill kid and act like you know

Peace from the

MD a.k.a.

Slow Flow

It's going down (4X)

Get on down...