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    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez / Lyrics

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    "You Gots to Chill" Lyrics

    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez feat. EPMD

    [Erick Sermon]
    Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
    And get down to the sounds of EPMD
    Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap
    But if you tired, then go take a nap!
    Or stay awake and watch the show I take
    Because right now, I'm bout to shake'n'bake
    The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
    Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well
    I'm not an MC who talking all that junk
    About who can beat who, sounding like a punk
    I just get down and I go for mine

    Say 'check one-two', and run down the line

    [Parrish Smith]
    To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
    Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
    Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void
    Never sweating your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
    When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
    I grab the steel with the crown on top
    In the beginning, I like to let my rhymes flow
    And at twelve I press cruise control
    Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
    Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
    Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
    Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

    ("Jungle boogie!")

    [Erick Sermon]
    I be the personal computer information on rap
    Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
    I format the rhymes, step by step
    Make em sound def to maintain my rep
    Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
    Not worried about a thing, cause we can do this
    I can turn the party out just by standing still
    Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
    Take total control, of your body and soul
    Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll

    [Parrish Smith]
    I'm the P, double-E, M-D-E-E
    And one thing I hate, is a biting MC
    When I enter the party suckers always form a line
    Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
    I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces

    And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
    But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
    And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
    But never the least they all R.I.P
    For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
    Cause M.D. stands for Microphone Doctor
    And the capital P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
    Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker
    Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
    So believe me boy, you got's to chill

    ("Jungle boogie!")

    [Erick Sermon]
    Catch every word I'm saying, no there's no delaying
    Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playing
    Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?
    Don't try to a-dapt because I'm just too swift
    (How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
    I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
    I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
    The only weapon is my rapping sword

    [Parrish Smith]
    Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
    When I'm pushing on the microphone
    Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
    The one who likes to max and relax
    And when it's time, issue diggum-smack
    I keep their hands clapping, fingers snapping, feet tapping
    When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was packing
    The PMD, the mic's my only friend
    And through the course of the party, I kill again and again
    So if you're thinking bout battling you better come prepared
    Come with ya shield and your armor geared
    You gots to chill
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Claydes Smith, Ronald Bell, George Brown, Robert Bell, Roger Troutman, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield, Donald Boyce, Robert Mickens, Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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