Boon Dox - EPMD

Coming straight from the boon dox, when my tune stomps like Sasquatch

You better slow down cuz I’m top notch

Wit the be-bop, can’t you see hopps

Yo, I’m swinging wild, g, chill or catch a speed knock

For crying out loud, my style is buckwhyled

Straight from Strong Isle, peace to the ooh child

A true troop, rugged, stomp in tims boots

No static, ---- Uncle Sam, I got mad loot

So back up off me, break North you see

I wreck a party in half and then I’m Swayze

Rap maniac, brainiac on a fly track

?I've got to zap all those?

who’s grabbing my bozack

But it’s mine, Einstein, just like the nine

Rockin my jock, loaded for primetime

I’m on a roll and the Mic Doc just can’t stop

Bust it, coming straight from the boon dox

(Erick Sermon)

1, 2, 1, 2, Mic check and I’m packed wit the fire weapon

No half steppin, my nine, a black tech and

Uzi, I’m psycho crazy

Don’t ever try to do me, baby

Yea, I’m still wrecking house, so what’s up and a I stuck a nigga in his gut

I’m ?rougest?

competition, never outlasting

(What happen E-D)Yo, I waxed ugly bastards

I took a stick of dynamite and blew 'em up, right

Then boom, I knock em out like Mike

I throw a clean fight, can’t leave it messy

My blow is Super like Joe Pesci

Before I break out, let’s make a toast

And after I’m finish my drink then E’s ghost

So Mr. Bartender, give me a scotch on the rock

(Where you coming, E) I’m saying peace from the boon dox

(P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)

(P)Now what (E) I know what

(P)Boy, your mouth shut

(E)So get these (what) nuts because the Squad’s butt

(P)Popping ying-yang, no skills wit the hand swing

(E)Another hit from the Sqaud (B) It’s a small thing

(P)?From the joys of funk, bunk?

and make you jump

(E)And pump your hands in the air

(B)Soul like a speed bump

(B)Down wit Def Jam

(E)?Those scabs rule records, man?

(P)Thanks to Lyor Cohen (E) and Russell Simmons

(P)Yea, but for now child (woo, woo) bow wow

(B)Crazy phillie, that’s the goal now, boon dox