Can't Hear Nothing But the Music Lyrics
| Song | Can't Hear Nothing But the Music |
| Artist | EPMD |
| Album | Business Never Personal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sermon, Smith | |
| (PMD) | |
| It's a fact, I'm mad hard like a jail yard | |
| I'm sick, slow, call me a retard | |
| Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin | |
| Dark as hell and water drippin | |
| Parrish Smith, mentally sick | |
| Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz | |
| Yes, the son of Sam and I'll be godamn | |
| So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man | |
| The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox | |
| My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock | |
| Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft | |
| Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast | |
| Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin | |
| Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin(4x) | |
| (Erick Sermon) | |
| Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday | |
| Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday | |
| No illusion, just mass confusion | |
| Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production | |
| I, the Afromerican, black citizen | |
| To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison | |
| No one can stop me | |
| Dun na na na na na, like Rocky | |
| The combination, the jab, the uppercut | |
| Mad footwork from the rapper expert | |
| Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks | |
| Say what, damn right, shut the hell up | |
| I fought MC's word up and watch em grown up | |
| Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts | |
| Then I freak the funky style and I use it | |
| MD and hear nothing but the music | |
| Chorus | |
| (PMD) | |
| What's this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid | |
| I get mad props like Sonny Crockett | |
| You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe | |
| Can't stop now (why) cuz I'm diesel | |
| EPMD back in effect on your rap set | |
| Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat | |
| Can't stop us from buggin because we're trippin | |
| Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin | |
| (Erick Sermon) | |
| Slate take two, action, the main attraction | |
| (Who's Bad) I'm bad like Michael Jackson | |
| Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick | |
| Understand, I'm ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan | |
| My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right | |
| I'm teaching (P-S-Y-C-H-E) psyche | |
| I'm slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground | |
| Out the basement, now world renown | |
| Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim | |
| If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him | |
| Then I freak a funky style and I use it | |
| Kid, and hear nothing but the music | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Sermon, Smith | |
| PMD | |
| It' s a fact, I' m mad hard like a jail yard | |
| I' m sick, slow, call me a retard | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin | |
| Dark as hell and water drippin | |
| Parrish Smith, mentally sick | |
| Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz | |
| Yes, the son of Sam and I' ll be godamn | |
| So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man | |
| The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox | |
| My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock | |
| Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft | |
| Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast | |
| Can' t stop us from buggin because we' re trippin | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin | |
| Chorus | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin 4x | |
| Erick Sermon | |
| Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday | |
| Call for backup, it' s Erick Sermon' s payday | |
| No illusion, just mass confusion | |
| Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production | |
| I, the Afromerican, black citizen | |
| To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison | |
| No one can stop me | |
| Dun na na na na na, like Rocky | |
| The combination, the jab, the uppercut | |
| Mad footwork from the rapper expert | |
| Bust a move, I' m worth about a million cash bucks | |
| Say what, damn right, shut the hell up | |
| I fought MC' s word up and watch em grown up | |
| Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts | |
| Then I freak the funky style and I use it | |
| MD and hear nothing but the music | |
| Chorus | |
| PMD | |
| What' s this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid | |
| I get mad props like Sonny Crockett | |
| You know it' s the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe | |
| Can' t stop now why cuz I' m diesel | |
| EPMD back in effect on your rap set | |
| Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat | |
| Can' t stop us from buggin because we' re trippin | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin | |
| Erick Sermon | |
| Slate take two, action, the main attraction | |
| Who' s Bad I' m bad like Michael Jackson | |
| Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick | |
| Understand, I' m ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan | |
| My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right | |
| I' m teaching PSYCHE psyche | |
| I' m slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground | |
| Out the basement, now world renown | |
| Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim | |
| If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him | |
| Then I freak a funky style and I use it | |
| Kid, and hear nothing but the music | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Sermon, Smith | |
| PMD | |
| It' s a fact, I' m mad hard like a jail yard | |
| I' m sick, slow, call me a retard | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin | |
| Dark as hell and water drippin | |
| Parrish Smith, mentally sick | |
| Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz | |
| Yes, the son of Sam and I' ll be godamn | |
| So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man | |
| The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox | |
| My tune knock watts, been known to cause brain lock | |
| Wit no riff raff, smooth like Shaft | |
| Breaking bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast | |
| Can' t stop us from buggin because we' re trippin | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin | |
| Chorus | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin 4x | |
| Erick Sermon | |
| Breaker 1, 9, breaker, 1, 9, mayday | |
| Call for backup, it' s Erick Sermon' s payday | |
| No illusion, just mass confusion | |
| Dull raps, I dutch them, from the funk production | |
| I, the Afromerican, black citizen | |
| To make you scream loud as hell like Sam Kinison | |
| No one can stop me | |
| Dun na na na na na, like Rocky | |
| The combination, the jab, the uppercut | |
| Mad footwork from the rapper expert | |
| Bust a move, I' m worth about a million cash bucks | |
| Say what, damn right, shut the hell up | |
| I fought MC' s word up and watch em grown up | |
| Play em like Dunkin, then pass out doughnuts | |
| Then I freak the funky style and I use it | |
| MD and hear nothing but the music | |
| Chorus | |
| PMD | |
| What' s this, another funky hit from the Hit Squad, kid | |
| I get mad props like Sonny Crockett | |
| You know it' s the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe | |
| Can' t stop now why cuz I' m diesel | |
| EPMD back in effect on your rap set | |
| Fourth cassette, more deadly than a bomb threat | |
| Can' t stop us from buggin because we' re trippin | |
| Can' t hear nothing but the music, I' m slippin | |
| Erick Sermon | |
| Slate take two, action, the main attraction | |
| Who' s Bad I' m bad like Michael Jackson | |
| Got more tricks than any Kung Fu flick | |
| Understand, I' m ruff and tuff like Jackie Chan | |
| My technique, the drunken mic, grasp it right | |
| I' m teaching PSYCHE psyche | |
| I' m slammin, the dopest nigga from the underground | |
| Out the basement, now world renown | |
| Rocking systems, cuss and jock a victim | |
| If we catch flack from a punk and then we diss him | |
| Then I freak a funky style and I use it | |
| Kid, and hear nothing but the music | |
| Chorus |
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