You Gots To Chill

You gots to chill Relax your mind, let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Oh, you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you're tired, then go take a nap Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right now, I'm 'bout to shake an' bake The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell Things to the clientele, yo, I rock well I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk About who can beat who soundin' like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say, check one-two and run down a line To the average MC, I'm known as "The Terminator" Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void Never sweatin' your girl, why P? 'Cause she's a skeezoid When I'm on the scene, I always rock the spot I grab the steel with the crown on the top In the beginnin', I like to let my rhymes flow And at 12, I press cruise control Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax Maintain MC's while the Double E macks Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill I be the personal computer, information on rap Like the B-I-Z Markie says, "I'll make your toes tap" I format the rhymes, step by step Make 'em sound deaf to maintain my rep Prepared to come off in case of a diss Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this I can turn the party out just by standin' still Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill Take total control of your body and soul Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll I'm the P-E-E-M-D-E-E And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous And like an epidemic, it becomes contagious But never the least, they all R.I.P For all those unaware, it means Rest In Peace 'Cause M.D stands for Microphone Doctor And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker Don't like to get ill, but if I have to, I kill So believe me boy, you gots to chill Catch every word I'm sayin', no, there's no delayin' Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin' Seeing is believing, you catch my drift Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift How swift? I'm so swift and that's an actual fact I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords The only weapon is my rappin' sword Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone When I'm pushin' on the microphone 'Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker The one who likes to max and relax And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin' When it's time to roll, Uzi patrol's packin' The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend And through the course of the party, I kill again and again So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared Come wit' your shield and your armored gear You gots to chill DJ La Boss takes no shorts