M.C.s out there, ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
  New York,
  straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
  The style
  of the rap makes your hands clap Take care, sucker, 'cause the lines
  are
  strapped They mean business, no time for play If you bite a line, they
  blow
  you away The more you bite, your body gets hot Don't get too cold
  because you
  might get shot Knowin' that my rhyme's like a poisonous rat Don't play
  dumb
  boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps
  the
  rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you knowin' You
  can't
  understand why your body's gettin' weaker Then you realize it's the
  voice
  from the speaker The mind becomes delirious Situation serious Don't
  get ill,
  go and get curious Enough about that, let's get on to somethin' better
  And if
  it gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if you want some water,
  I'll get
  you a cup And if you don't wantit, then burn the hell up I'm tellin'
  ya now,
  boy, you ain't jack Talkin' that junk like Mr. T is your back But he's
  not So
  don't act cute 'Cause if we do, you in high pursuit It's my thing
  As the song
  goes on, you will notice a change The way I throw down, the way I say
  my name
  The mike that I'm packin' is flame resistant So M.C.s be cool, and
  keep your
  distance When I walk into the party, girls are screamin' at me I park
  my mike
  in my holst' and the I yell, "Freeze" Music please Oh, where was I?
  Oh, yes
  Say a def rhyme then I burn the rest Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can
  tell
  that you like it The emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic The
  mind
  is weary, floatin' like a dove Sweatin' the thing just like if you was
  makin'
  love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration, it's
  the
  perfect method It's my thing The wack I subtract The strong I attack
  The ones
  who got the mike and freeze, I throw back I perfect and eject make
  M.C.s
  sweat Take 'em off on the mike then I tell 'em "Step" Not waiting or
  debating
  cause M.C.s keep hatin' Play me too close like two dogs mating Now
  let's get
  on with the rest of the lesson I don't really like it when suckers
  start
  messin' Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud Talkin' more junk to
  attract a crowd You say you won the battle, your first mistake You get
  the
  quietest stuff like you was at a wake In the beginnin', ya knew ya
  wasn't
  winnin' Now you for shame, your hair starts bendin' Kind of upset,
  boy, I
  understand You lost again, I won goddamn It's my thing
  My funky fresh lyrics
  put you in a spirit I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear
  it The
  rhymes I design are right on time And at the crown of the mike, I
  flash a
  danger sign 'Cause I'm the thrilla of Manila, M.C. cold-killa Drink
  Budweiser, cannot stand Miller M.C.s cold-clockin' till the party's
  through
  Then they tap me on my shoulder, say "This Bud's for You" To be a real
  M.C.
  You can't be obedient To be smooth is the main ingredient You have to
  be
  silky like a Milky Way To be able to make it work, you rest and play I
  control the pace of the rate the rhymes goin' How loud I project and
  to where
  they're flowin' Slow, yes, just like they're oil The comparison is
  wave like
  the motion of water Smooth It's my thing While the record is spinnin'
  Got
  your fly-girly grinnin' MD is on the mike, ya know I'm only beginnin'
  Rod's
  fresh and fresh, you never heard me fess Scored a 110 on my M.C. test
  My
  rhymes are stronger than Tyson Hold an M.C. license When I grab the
  mike
  M.C.s get frightened I'm dangerous I need a cross and bones Lounge,
  homeboy,
  you in the danger zone What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin' Huh,
  ya
  mess around and we'll be fightin' It's all right if ya bite but don't
  recite
  Because the rhymes are mine and that ain't right But until then, just
  chill
  to the next episode Donald J, yo, release the close It's my thing