Lyric Strictly Business
Try to answer to the master on the MC rap artists
No joke on the lyric it s hard to be modest
I knew I was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin
Just think while I sing and to the brain structure
Don t sleep on the E ya see something might rupture
I don t take time for me to blow your mind
It takes a second to wreck it because you re dumb and blind
So just lounge . . . Cause you re a MC clown
Or join the circus . . . EPMD s in town
Total chaos -- no mass confusion
Rhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion
Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son
I m drawin more, like a 44-Magnum
MC s please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine
it s travellin the speed of lighjt, but everything motion it s
frightening
Plus the thought of you alone
You now enter the dimension called the Twilight Zone
You re terrified . . . plus you can t bear the thought
You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost
You start to shiver . . . then you scream, my friend
You wake up, Muttley, because you re dreamin again
Next time I m on the scene . . . do not try to diss us
Keep your mouth suckered up, because I m Strictly Business
This is the rap season . . . when the E starts pleasin
Girls around the world no need to be skeezin
When I roll I stroll, Cool always pack a 2
Just in case . . . a brother acts a fool
I ve got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzy
Put a shock when I rock even though I m not stingy
Make sure I don t bore when I m on the dance floor . . .
Get busy, boy . . . like you never saw before
Rhyme flow . . . good to go . . .
After the show . . . I ll pull your hoe, boy
"Do you sniff blow??" -- Hell no
Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin
And if my parents find out, then they start riffin
So I stay, A-OK
Cause I m the E . . . the R-I-C-K
MC s look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends . . . heart rate increases
It s like beam me up, scotty, I control your body
I m as deadly as AIDS when it s time to rock a party
With all due respect, when I say mike check
I let a sucker slide once . . . then I break his neck
So when I say jump, you ll reply "How high?"
Because I m takin no prisoners, so don t play hero and die
You re just a soldier . . . and I m a Green Beret
I do not think twice about the MCs I slay
So if you want to battle, i highly recommend this:
Bring your dog, mom, and dad . . . because I m Strictly Business
Yo, yo, you re still pickin on that four-leaf clover?
Bring in the sandman, sucker . . . because it s over
My name is Eric Sermon and I m back again
I see the head s still turnin of my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,
Mad and stuff - because they don t have cash
Like the E-Double . . . or the Pee-MD
He drives a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc Suzuki
I m the locksmith . . . with the key to fame
Never high on myself, always stay the same
Play a lot because I m hot and like a horse I trot
Around the track and back, fatigued?? No, I m not
I m the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say hello
To a fly girl that is good to go
With the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow
Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin or relaxin
Just reactin and subtractin
On a sucker MC who s mouth keeps on yappin and flappin
I lose my cool, then I ll be start slappin and smackin
You on a roll, then I ll be start jackin and cappin
No time to lounge, I m packin and strappin
At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,
I m the sheriff, and bitin is illegal
So next time in town, I highly recommend this,
You gots to chill, because I m Strictly Business
No joke on the lyric it s hard to be modest
I knew I was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin
Just think while I sing and to the brain structure
Don t sleep on the E ya see something might rupture
I don t take time for me to blow your mind
It takes a second to wreck it because you re dumb and blind
So just lounge . . . Cause you re a MC clown
Or join the circus . . . EPMD s in town
Total chaos -- no mass confusion
Rhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion
Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son
I m drawin more, like a 44-Magnum
MC s please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine
it s travellin the speed of lighjt, but everything motion it s
frightening
Plus the thought of you alone
You now enter the dimension called the Twilight Zone
You re terrified . . . plus you can t bear the thought
You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost
You start to shiver . . . then you scream, my friend
You wake up, Muttley, because you re dreamin again
Next time I m on the scene . . . do not try to diss us
Keep your mouth suckered up, because I m Strictly Business
This is the rap season . . . when the E starts pleasin
Girls around the world no need to be skeezin
When I roll I stroll, Cool always pack a 2
Just in case . . . a brother acts a fool
I ve got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzy
Put a shock when I rock even though I m not stingy
Make sure I don t bore when I m on the dance floor . . .
Get busy, boy . . . like you never saw before
Rhyme flow . . . good to go . . .
After the show . . . I ll pull your hoe, boy
"Do you sniff blow??" -- Hell no
Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin
And if my parents find out, then they start riffin
So I stay, A-OK
Cause I m the E . . . the R-I-C-K
MC s look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends . . . heart rate increases
It s like beam me up, scotty, I control your body
I m as deadly as AIDS when it s time to rock a party
With all due respect, when I say mike check
I let a sucker slide once . . . then I break his neck
So when I say jump, you ll reply "How high?"
Because I m takin no prisoners, so don t play hero and die
You re just a soldier . . . and I m a Green Beret
I do not think twice about the MCs I slay
So if you want to battle, i highly recommend this:
Bring your dog, mom, and dad . . . because I m Strictly Business
Yo, yo, you re still pickin on that four-leaf clover?
Bring in the sandman, sucker . . . because it s over
My name is Eric Sermon and I m back again
I see the head s still turnin of my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,
Mad and stuff - because they don t have cash
Like the E-Double . . . or the Pee-MD
He drives a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc Suzuki
I m the locksmith . . . with the key to fame
Never high on myself, always stay the same
Play a lot because I m hot and like a horse I trot
Around the track and back, fatigued?? No, I m not
I m the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say hello
To a fly girl that is good to go
With the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow
Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin or relaxin
Just reactin and subtractin
On a sucker MC who s mouth keeps on yappin and flappin
I lose my cool, then I ll be start slappin and smackin
You on a roll, then I ll be start jackin and cappin
No time to lounge, I m packin and strappin
At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,
I m the sheriff, and bitin is illegal
So next time in town, I highly recommend this,
You gots to chill, because I m Strictly Business
