PMD - You're A Customer lyrics

[Erick Sermon] Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you would, now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD] I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill It's like a diggum smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the ba**line thumps A s**er MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so s**er MC's cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage [Erick Sermon] I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend [PMD] I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manila Better known as the MC cold k**er PMD cold keeps the place jumping And if not then we feel like we owe you something Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be def To make you dance until there's no one left Cause you a customer [Erick Sermon] Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxin' Camouflage in the green, my back is arced Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square I would let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions so I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" [PMD] Whenever MC's, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhyme's invalid As we go on, s**er MC's sound wacker Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" [Erick Sermon] Well it was a regular test, nothing we can't handle At the house they had the mics on the mantle Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee No, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son [PMD] Absorb that a** like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a s**er The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Cause I'mma rhyme like a tailor, flow like a sailor As the beat gets stronger, MC's get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not f*gging MC's surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles because the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle You a customer [Erick Sermon] I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I flow like Bounty, you know what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, do the least of steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then I jam it up [PMD] You said you see me jamming in New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know, you must have been jocking How would you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Research upon me but don't go past the limit Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the guitar playing The bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and [PMD] MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" [Erick Sermon] People say that I'm a party pooper To tell the truth I'm a born trooper You a customer