The rap era’s outta control,
Brothers’ sellin their soul to go gold…
Going, going, gone, another rapper sold!
Parrish Smith, “Crossover,” EPMD’s Business Never Personal, 1993
Classic rap lyrics about life, love, money and more.
The rap era’s outta control,
Brothers’ sellin their soul to go gold…
Going, going, gone, another rapper sold!
EPMD in effect, I’m clockin’ mad green
Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog,
Girl was runnin’ wild…ate her like a corn dog.
Your mom’s in our business…she’s in our business…
Can’t you see, girl, that your mom’s trying to end this?
And while you was bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White.
You called me on the phone, saying you were alone,
But that’s a lie because I heard your moms breathing on the phone.
And if you really like me, let your moms know
She should mind her business…before I let go.
My father always told me to wisen up, son.
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you’re bound to be the tenth one.