Let The Funk Flow Lyrics - Strictly Business - Epmd

[parrish smith] 

Relax while I tax, or you can just max 

It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back 

Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n 

I pick your card and your name has been chosen 

Not all about ? line-opin? or the stick up scene 

"let it flow!", you know what I mean 

I'm the pmd, in the place to be 

Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker 

Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin 

So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low 

Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow 

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[erick sermon] 

I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti 

Use the same fuel as mario andretti 

Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end 

He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win 

I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip 

So if you real, it's no time to slip 

Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson 

Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin 

Let the mc's know that I shock like lightning 

They mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening 

[parrish] so let the funk flow 

"let it flow!" 

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[erick sermon] 

Blastoff, and off you go 

We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow 

I would say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not leavin 

I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin 

So I will stay, if that's fine wit you 

But I won't leave, until the party is through 

So while I'm here, let me get funky 

Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie) 

Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide 

Epmd them goin nationwide 

[parrish smith] 

While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin 

You lose your cool, then you start jumpin 

You're out of control, and I'm right on track 

In seconds later I work the bone out your back 

To mess with the two is to mess with hot water 

We like to hang, torture then slaughter 

All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude 

E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood 

For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen 

Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin 

So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late 

Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait 

[erick] so let the funk flow 

"let it flow!" 

[parrish smith] 

Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone 

When the brother pmd is on the microphone 

The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined 

To go off beat, and come back on time 

To maintain and explain, but never sound the same 

And when it comes to do this, very few remain 

People on my jock for the rhymes I invent 

Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent 

Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess 

Chillin hard, with the p on my chest 

Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady 

Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy 

[erick sermon] 

Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll 

Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh 

That's not the move, it's about hip-hop 

The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop 

Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight 

For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine 

I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot 

That only shows you what juice I got 

And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo 

There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you 

So let the funk flow 

"let it flow!" 

[parrish] so let the funk flow 

"let it flow!" 

[parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky 

[sermon] man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky 

"let it flow