Who Sang Get the Bozack? EPMD

EPMD Unfinished Business cover art
publisher: ©MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC.
writers: Erick S Sermon, Parrish Joseff Smith, Sammy Taylor
release date: 1989-7-18
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Hardcore Hip-Hop/Conscious
length: 4:12
producer: EPMD
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin' on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, EPMD's in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so E, what's next?
[Erick Sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The E-are-I-see-K, S-E-are-M-O-N
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin' damage to the world with the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm furious
You're sayin' in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual

While I'm makin' and takin', emcees shakin' and flakin'
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin'
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin' like Cato
Gettin' philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?)
The Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all will know, I do a show
Pick up the dough and hoe, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin' come swingin' cause of the beat that I'm bringin'
Tryin' to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
on a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
and get the bozack.. E..

Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
Just to distract, til I'm intact
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct with the context, and then next
then flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
Then check for a second, yo, then sayyy
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap goddess
Cause me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare clips
Like a detonator with no ticks I then trip or slip
or maybe flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
Your **** ain't pumpin' and your rhymes are wack
Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One said, you a Part Time Sucka
who works O.T., to be like
The Capital P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a motive or a see-L-you-E
So get the bozack.. E..

Yo, the MC Grand Royal on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E Capone
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole ****
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the time I need
**** diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack.. P..

Yo, mic checkin', checkin' and checkin' and checkin'
Scan the crowd, then start wreckin'
Either kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you choose, you lose, here come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise
past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about scheamin'
Waxin' the P twice, you must be dreamin'
Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin', "P got inside, I shoulda left P alone"
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin' the track
to lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack
Premeditate my ***assination and come strapped
Playin' rough and tough but when I called your bluff
You tried to post on the Microphone Doctor and got snuffed
So get the bozack
You get the bozack
You get the be -the-O-the-Zack
Get the bozack
KnowhatI'msayin E man?
Brothers ridin' the bozack

Tell them crab emcees like this, yo
get the bozack, get the bozack
get the bo the bo the bo, bozack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
get the booooooeoeooooeeohzack
[Parrish Smith]
Yo,I don't play

Cassette 1
  • 1 So Wat Cha Sayin’
  • 2 Total Kaos
  • 3 Get the Bozack
  • 4 Jane II
  • 5 Please Listen to My Demo
  • 6 It’s Time to Party
  • 7 Who’s Booty
  • 8 The Big Payback
  • 9 Strictly Snappin’ Necks
  • 10 Knick Knack Patty Wack
  • 11 You Had Too Much to Drink
  • 12 It Wasn’t Me, It Was the Fame