So Whatcha Sayin'

The employees of the year

Yeah, we back to work

I took time off while other rappers got jerked

Due to the fact they wack and they attract

Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack

The ingredients

EPMD and Scratch for that

Yo, I'm the hip hopper, plus the soul shocker

Down with MD, yes, the microphone doctor

One wrecks, the other destroys

And if you think you ready to mess, kill the noise

We don't play when it's time to slay

I get a cut from my homie, yo, then I lay

Back and mackin' all the rhymes I pack

And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack

Well, I'm known to be the master in the emcee field

No respect in '87, '88 you kneel

'Cause I produce and get loose when it's time to perform

Wax a sucker like Mop and Glow (That's word, born)

Back a second time but on a different assignment

To do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment

'Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show

Girlies on my jock for my dope intro

As I glance at E double, K microphone wrecker

Turn on my chorus, say your mic check-a to the ladies

And all party goers

Some call me P, and others Slow Flower

Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel

So whatcha sayin'?

So whatcha sayin'?

Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box, emcees

Are jumpin' out of shoes and socks

I'm not playin'

Understand what I'm saying?

Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'

Takin' no shorts, showin' vital signs

You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines

In '99

Because I'm fine as wine

Sit back and recline, watch the sunshine

Take a stroll, listen to rock 'n' roll

Catch a flick at the movies, there's a bowl

'Cause I choose to refuse or slack while I'm back

I take a chance, Jack, so I must attack

With knick-knack paddy-whack so I won't lack

On my style, it's def

And it's deadly as crack

While I'm slayin', music's playin', a sucker is delayin'

I battle in the trenches where the funky be playin'

'Cause with a partner like E double, don't come a dime a dozen

Not kin or blood related, but you can call us cousins

'Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics

Brothers on our jock while we kickin' ballistics

Droppin' this like I'm housin', you gots to chill and more

The proof is in the pudding (Yo, check the Billboard)

People round town talkin' this and that

Of how we sound like the R and our music is whack

Dropped the album "Strictly Business" and you thought we would fold

Thirty days later, the LP went gold

So whatcha sayin'?

So whatcha sayin'?

Now party people, it's time for the exquisite

No, "Knock, knock, who's that? Who's there? Oh, is it?"

It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes, the boy wonder

No fouls, no blues, no bloops and no blunders

So hot that you can say I'm blazin'

How Luther Vandross says, yo

I am so amazin'

And I've been waitin'

For a sucker to attack, yo me, the E double

'Cause me and PMD's like the funky fresh couple

I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired

And when we needed a pitch, boy, you was hired

You was mesmerized by the style that we was bringin'

In an all out battle, P comes out swingin'

'Cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to get mines

And if the odds against me, I still drop lines

And get mines on time

That's why most resign

Sit in my La-Z-Boy chair, relax my head and recline

Sip a Pepsi or Coke with a twist of lime

Or crack a 40 O

And then I go for mines

So whatcha sayin'?

So whatcha sayin'?