Origineel
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[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 want to 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 [x4]
It’s going down [x2]
[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 [x4]
It’s going down [x2]
[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 [x4]
Get on down…
Vertaling
Owww!
Kom naar beneden [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Wel, het is de E met het sap, Ik ben er om los te gaan
Strapped in black with the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk dat maakt dat je een makker wilt pompen
My posse’s thick so I will never get jumped
The slayer, a beast from the east, I’m psycho
Als ik een handschoen had, zou ik zo slecht zijn als Michael
Some say, yo, I sound rugged
Pack with the ultimate rap with the Power like Snap
A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
Een rapster met de boomin stijl, zwart als teer
Smokin, the E’s no jokin, so don’t trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Sommigen voelen zich niet zoals ik als ik wrak ben
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 [x4]
It’s going down [x2]
[PMD]
Geen lichten, geen camera, maar veel actie
Geen moonwalkin achteruit, jongen, zoals Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop
Van staat tot staat, van podium tot podium, terwijl ik de buit klok
Zwart Aziatisch, rapper fanatiek, automatisch
Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static
EPMD doof het geluid van ondergrondse dreunen
Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
De Squad nog steeds van kracht, geen record skippin
Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
Down with 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 nekken
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
Maar nu ben ik Swayze, geest, de rap gastheer
Who rip shows, from coast to coast
Get on down [x4]
It’s going down [x2]
[Erick Sermon, PMD]
Yea, back to the picture, the scene
Ik ben het Erick Sermon, mijn M-16
Voor het geval, je weet wel, een gevecht uitbreekt.
Ik kan gewoon chillen, de rook eruit trekken.
One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Doe als Bo Jackson, Nike, en doe het gewoon
If there’s a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and get some sleep
Terwijl de E-Double, een dutje doet, geen tijd om te verslappen
Het is mijn beurt om het fort te bewaken, klaar voor de strijd
Wapens en geweld, dat promoten we niet.
We nemen gewoon wat van ons is, jongen. Koel af of ruik de kruitdampen.
As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin
Vernietig demo tapes zoals Agent Orange.
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow
It’s going down [x4]
Kom naar beneden…