It's Going Down
作词 : Arthur Ross/Erick Sermon/Leon Ware/Parrish J. Smith
作曲 : Arthur Ross/Erick Sermon/Leon Ware/Parrish J. Smith
Owww! Get on down (repeat 3X)
Verse One:
Erick Sermon
Well, it's the
E wit the juice,
I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick, so
I will never get jumped
The slayer, a beast from the east,
I'm psycho
If I had a glove,
I would be
Bad as Michael
Some say, yo,
I sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the
Power like
Snap A.K.A. the
Mic Wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar
Smokin, the
E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Some ain't feel the way
I do when
I get wreck
No half steppin,
I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone,
I delight
And groovy, a
California quake couldn't move me
Get on down (repeat 4X)
It's going down (2X)
Verse Two:
PMD No lights, no camera, but lots of action
No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like
Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed
Timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage, as
I clock loot
Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic black nine mil is what
I pack so kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
The Squad still in effect, no record skippin
Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride the
Jim like Amtrak
Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
But now I'm
Swayze, ghost, the rap host
Who rip shows, from coast to coast
Get on down (repeat 4X)
It's going down (2X)
Verse Three:
Erick Sermon,
PMD Yea, back to the picture, the scene
It's me Erick
Sermon, my
M-16 Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like Bo
Jackson, Nike, and
Just Do It
If there's a problem, the
Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and get some sleep
While the
E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack
It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
Guns and violence, that we don't promote
Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke
As I pull out, squeezin like
Mr. Charmin
Destroyin posses of demo tapes like
Agent Orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the
MD a.k.a.
Slow Flow
It's going down (4X)
Get on down...
It's Going DownLRC歌词
作词 : Arthur Ross/Erick Sermon/Leon Ware/Parrish J. Smith
作曲 : Arthur Ross/Erick Sermon/Leon Ware/Parrish J. Smith
Owww! Get on down (repeat 3X)
Verse One:
Erick Sermon
Well, it's the
E wit the juice,
I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick, so
I will never get jumped
The slayer, a beast from the east,
I'm psycho
If I had a glove,
I would be
Bad as Michael
Some say, yo,
I sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the
Power like
Snap A.K.A. the
Mic Wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar
Smokin, the
E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Some ain't feel the way
I do when
I get wreck
No half steppin,
I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone,
I delight
And groovy, a
California quake couldn't move me
Get on down (repeat 4X)
It's going down (2X)
Verse Two:
PMD No lights, no camera, but lots of action
No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like
Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed
Timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage, as
I clock loot
Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic black nine mil is what
I pack so kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
The Squad still in effect, no record skippin
Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride the
Jim like Amtrak
Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
But now I'm
Swayze, ghost, the rap host
Who rip shows, from coast to coast
Get on down (repeat 4X)
It's going down (2X)
Verse Three:
Erick Sermon,
PMD Yea, back to the picture, the scene
It's me Erick
Sermon, my
M-16 Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like Bo
Jackson, Nike, and
Just Do It
If there's a problem, the
Hit Squad rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and get some sleep
While the
E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack
It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
Guns and violence, that we don't promote
Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke
As I pull out, squeezin like
Mr. Charmin
Destroyin posses of demo tapes like
Agent Orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the
MD a.k.a.
Slow Flow
It's going down (4X)
Get on down...
