You Gots To Chill

You gots to chill
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 Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
 And get down to the sounds of EMPD
 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 and 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 talkin' all that junk
 About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk
 I just get down and I go for mine
 I say check one-two, and run down the line
 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 sweatin' 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 beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow
 And at 12 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
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 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 standin' 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
 I'm the P, double E M-D-E-E
 And one thing I hate, is a bitin' 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 RIP
 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 gots to chill
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 Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin'
 Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin'
 Seeing is believin', 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 rappin' sword
 Intimidate mc's with the tone of my vocal drone
 When I'm pushin' 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 clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin'
 When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was packin'
 The PMD, the mic's my only friend
 And through the course of the party, I kill again and again
 So if you're thinkin' bout battlin' you better come prepared
 Come witcha shield and your armor geared
 You gots to chill
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 DJ La Boss (takes no shorts)