It's Going Down

Oww!

Get on down

Get on down

Get on down

Well it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get lose

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, get on down

Get on down, get on down

It's going down

It's going down

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 beat down

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, get on down

Get on down, get on down

It's going down

It's going down

Yeah, 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 gun smoke

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 M.D. A.K.A. slow flow

It's going down

It's going down

It's going down

It's going down

Get on down