Relax while I tax or you can just max

It really doesn't matter just stay the hell back

Poppin much junk now the time has arose n

I pick your card and your name has been chosen

Not all about line opin or the stick up scene

Let it flow you know what I mean

I'm the PMD in the place to be

Clock rhymin and I lock ya around the tick tocker

Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin

So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low

Hypnotize your girl while the funk flow

I got my girls to keep me pumpin just like Getti

Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti

Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end

He drives I rhyme no matter what we win

I come fully equipped with the mic on my hip

So if you real it's no time to slip

Cause when it's time for some action check on the Mic-hael Jackson

Do a spin grab my nuts and start taxin

Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning

They mess with the E-Double-E I sounds frightening

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

Blastoff and off you go

We usually take off fast but now we take up slow

I would say bamba yards but I'm not leavin

I don't wanna go but the girlies keep screamin

So I will stay if that's fine wit you

But I won't leave until the party is through

So while I'm here let me get funky

Fiendin for the rhyme

Like a four-deuce junkie

Put the pep in your step the stride in your glide

EPMD them goin nationwide

While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin

You lose your cool then you start jumpin

You're out of control and I'm right on track

In seconds later I work the bone out your back

To mess with the two is to mess with hot water

We like to hang torture then slaughter

All sucker MC's who proceed to intrude

E said

Let em slide

Say what but I'm in the mood

For dishin and dismissin all those who don't listen

Reel the ones whose in as if we was fishin

So in eighty-eight no wait I think it's too late

Cause in eighty-seven you bit on the old bait

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone

When the brother PMD is on the microphone

The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined

To go off beat and come back on time

To maintain and explain but never sound the same

And when it comes to do this very few remain

People on my jock for the rhymes I invent

Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent

Step out dressed to impress with no intention to fess

Chillin HARD with the P on my chest

Rhymin on the mic while the beat rocks steady

Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy

Listen to heavy metal hardcore rock n roll

Drink a six-pack maybe Miller or Stroh

That's not the move it's about hip-hop

The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop

Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight

For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine

I hear the girls out there sayin E is hot

That only shows you what juice I got

And if you don't like me and you yellin boo

There's nothin wrong wit me it's somethin wrong with you

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

Yo this beat is sort of funky

Man I ain't worried about it I know it's funky

Let it flow