So Wat Cha Sayin'

The employer of the year, yeah, we're back to work

I took time off, while other rappers got jerked

Due to the fact they wack in their track

Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack

The ingredients, EPMD and Scratch for that

Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker

Down with MD, yes, the microphone doctor

One wrecks, the other destroys

And if you think you're 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 mack and 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 MC field

No respect in '87, '88 you kneel

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

Wack a sucker like Mop and Glo (that's word bond)

Back the second time, but on a different assignment

And 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, kid microphone wrecker

Turn on my cordless, saying mic checka

To the ladies, and all party goers

Some call me P, another slow flower

Brothers on my jock

For the way I hold a piece of steel

So wat cha sayin'?

So wat cha sayin'?

Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box

MCs are jumpin' out shoes and socks

I'm not playin', understand what I'm sayin'

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 '89, because I'm fine as wine

Sit back and recline, watch the sunshine

Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll

Catch a flick at the movies, dance or bowl

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

I take a chance jack, so I must attack

With knick knack paddy wack so I won't lack

On my style is def, and as deadly as crack

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

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

Thoters on my jock while I'm kickin' ballistics

Droppin' hits like I'm housin' you gots to chill and mourn

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 was wack

Dropped the album, "Strictly Business"

And you thought we would fold?

30 days later, the LP went gold

So wat cha sayin'?

So wat cha sayin'?

Now party people it's time for the exquisite

No knock-knock who's that, who's there, or is it

It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder

No fouls, no bleeps, no bloops and no blunders

So hot, so you can say I'm blazin'

Luther Vandross says yo, I am (amazing)

So amazin', and I've been waitin'

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

'Cause me and PMD like the funky fresh couple

I fight fire with fire that's why most retired

And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired

'Cause you was memorized, for 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 forty-oh, and then I go for mine

So wat cha sayin'?

So wat cha sayin'?