it's my thing

Lyrics

"it's my thing!", "and the stadium is packed. there's a large crowd out there today. let's hear them play", "you out there? louder!", "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it's my thing!", mc's out there, you better stand clear, epmd is a world premier, from new york straight talk, america's best, cold wild long island, is where we rest, style of the rap, makes your hands clap, take care of myself because the lines are strapped, day mean business, no time for play, if you bite a line, we'll roll your way, the more you bite, your body gets hot, don't get too close, because you might get shot, gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat, don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that, it's my thing, "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!", the rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin, good friends already bitin, without you knowin', can't understand, why your body's gettin' weaker, then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker, the mind become delirious, situation serious, don't get ill, go and get curious, nuff about that, let's get on to somethin' better, and if gets warm, take off the hot sweater, and if you want some water, i'll get you a cup, and if you don't want it, then burn the hell up, i'm tellin' you now boy, you ain't jack, talkin' much junk like mr. t at your back, but he's not, so don't act cute, 'cause if you do you in hot pursuits, it's my thing, "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, 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 mic that i'm packin, is flame resistant, so mc be cool, and keep your distance, when i walk into the party girls are screamin at me, i park my mic and my hoes, and then i yell freeze. music please, "it's my thing!", ah where was i? oh yes, say a def rhyme then i plumb the rest, everytime i rock a rhyme i can tell that you like it, emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic, the mind is weary, floatin like a dove, sweating and things, like cause you was makin' love, control the crowd, so they can accept it, total concentration is the perfect method, it's my thing, "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it-it, it's my, it-it, it's my thing!", the wack i subtract, the strong i attack, the ones who grab the mic and freeze, i throw it back, i perfect and eject, make mc's sweat, take 'em off on the mic then i tell 'em step, not waiting or debating, cause mc's keep hating, play me too close, like two dogs mating, now let's get on with the rest of the lesson, don't really like it when suckers start messin, tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud, talkin' much junk to attract a crowd, you say you wanna battle, your first mistake, you get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake, in the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin', now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin, kinda upset boy - i understand, you lost again - i won, god damn, it's my thing, "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!", my funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit, i speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it, the rhymes i designed, are right on time, and at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign, 'cause i'm the thriller of manilla, mc cold killer, drink budweiser, cannot stand miller, mc's cold clockin till the party's through, then they tap me on my shoulder and say, "this bud's for you", to be a real mc, 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 blowin', hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin, slow yes, just like they're awed, the comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth. "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!", while the record is spinnin, got your fly girlie grinnin, md is on the mic, you know i'm only beginnin, rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess, scored 110, on my mc test, my rhymes are strong than tyson, hold a mc license, when i grab the mic, mc's get frightened, i'm dangerous, i'm here to crush some bones, lounge homeboy you in the danger zone, what i mean by lounge, i don't mean bitin, huh, you mess around, and we'll be fightin, it's all right if you bite, but don't recite, because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right, but until just chill to the next episode, donald j, yo, release the code, it's my thing, "it's my thing!", "it's my thing!", "you out there?", "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!", "it's my thing! it's my thing! it's my thing!", "it-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!", "la-la-loud-la-loud-la-louder!", "it's my thing!", "you out there? louder!", "it's my thing!", "you out there?", "ya ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya you out there?"