Artist: EPMD Album: Strictly Business Song: Let the Funk Flow Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [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 [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!" [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!"