Check one, uh-huh

Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale

It goes lights, camera, action I'm on

One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling

I scream with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"

It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box

Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad

No we won't stop, f**k it, call the cops

I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle

Fatman Joe you know

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze

Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama

Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two

Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?

Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on

Get my rhymin' on, EPMD f**kin' shinin' on

Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib

My sh*t in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the Richter Scale

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the Richter Scale

Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic

Unreal GangStarr sh*t, Mass Appeal

Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on

To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown

Hell of a jab, gift of gab

I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level

I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel

Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era

Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever

With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'

Lost your mind and said, "Sh*t!" when we barged in

The front door, rugged, keeps our sh*t raw

Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour

Believe that, peep that E and P's back

Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the Richter Scale

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the Richter Scale

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'

Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers

Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly

I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy

I ain't scared of you motherf**kers, can't you tell?

Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell

I got one life to live so I'm livin'

Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break

No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews

Like corrupt Jakes

The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers

More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle

Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle

We flow beef so dead that, let that sh*t cease

I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the Richter Scale

Off the meter, and everytime we reach the

Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!

In the field of rap, we pull rank no question

We top the Richter Scale