Chords for EPMD - Strictly Business

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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Y'all remember that kid man, he used to carry speakers for us back in the days man. _ _
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[E] I'm here to introduce to you some new boys in town. _
E E E [A#] P E
Don't get [C#] too good, your mic get [N] shot. _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Don't get too good, your mic get shot. _ _ _
_ _ _ I ain't shottin' you, man.
Try to answer to the master or the MC rap goddess.
No joke on the lyrics, try to be modest.
I knew I was the man with the master plans to make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin.
Just think while I sing and do the big stuff.
You see something might [G] rush at you.
It don't take time for me to [Gm] blow your mind.
It take a second to reckon because you're dumb and blind.
So just round, for you and MC Klyde.
Look on the [Gm] circus, EPMD is in town.
Total chaos, no mass confusion.
Bromso hypnotizing on the pause and the luge.
You like a magician, he draws a rabbit out of hat, son.
I'm doing more like a 44 Mac.
MC Klyde, stop looking, listen.
Try to imagine, he's traveling the speed of light.
But everything's bold, he's frightened.
Plus the thought you alone, you now enter dimension called the twilight zone.
You're terrified.
Plus you can't bear the thought, you and I want to run in the land of the lost.
You start to shiver.
Then you scream, my friend, you wake up monthly.
Because you're dreaming again.
But next time I'm on the scene.
You not try to distance, keep your mouth so soft and tough.
You got some trippy business.
I ain't [D] shirt-shirt business.
[Gm] _ _ I ain't shirt-shirt [F#] _
[Gm] business.
_ I ain't shirt-shirt business.
I ain't shirt-shirt business.
Yo, [G] yo, you still picking on [Gm] that 44 bringing the sand, man, sucker.
Because it's over.
My name is Eric Sherman in the back again.
I see the heads turned and my so-called friends.
They smile on my face behind my back and talk trash.
Mad and stuff because they don't have cash.
Like the E-Double or the PMD.
You drive the Corvette.
I drive the Semi-Rossi Gucci.
I'm a locksmith with the key to fame.
Never hire myself.
Always stay the same.
Play a lot because I'm hot like a horse I trot.
I run the track in back.
The G, no I'm not.
I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one that like to say hello to a fly girl that is good to go.
With slow tempo in the Orbee-Rom flow.
Because when I am in action, there is no time for maxing or relaxing.
Just reacting is the track and on the soft MC.
Who mouth, keep on dabbing and flapping.
I lose my cool.
Then I start slapping and smacking you on the roll.
Then I'll be starting jabbing and capping.
No time to lounge.
I'm packing a strap.
And at my point of attack, I'm so actual like the eagle.
I'm the sheriff.
The fighting is illegal.
The next time in town, I highly recommend [F] it.
You got to stick chill because I'm strictly business.
[Gm] _ _ They the E-Double, man.
Let them know what time it is.
Strictly business.
You know what I'm saying?
PMD is the fullest fact.
_ _ _ _ Because your mic is shot.
Lounge.
We the E-Double, E-Double E.
The place to be every PMD.
You know what I mean?
My homie Bernardo G.
You know what I'm saying?
Mix and match.