Falling in love It was easy at the start I thought I had it in my hands Something went wrong Somewhere we lost a part It was more than We could stand, yeah It was too late when I realized That I couldn't see The forest for the trees What was wrong with me There comes a time in every life Love will come your way And if it should stay You'd better hold on to it tight And never let it go Love, it's a shining star That's here to guide you Every lover knows You've got to hold on To the good inside you Let the feeling flow And I'm sure love will grow Falling in love So easy at the start I thought I had it here in My hands, here in my hands Something went wrong Somewhere I lost a part More than I could stand, yeah It was too late when I realized That I couldn't see The forest for the trees Something's wrong with me There comes a time in every life Love will come your way And if it should stay You'd better hold on to it tight And never let it go, not love (Let the feeling flow) It's a shining star That's here to guide you (Every lover) every lover knows You've got to hold on (hold on) To the feeling inside you (Feeling inside you) Let the feeling flow And I'm sure love will grow Yeah, yeah, yeah Let the feeling flow (hold on) Let it flow (whoa, oh, hold on) Let it flow (yeah) You've got, got to let (Feeling inside you)...

First thing Monday morning I'm gonna pack my tears away Got no cause to look back I'm lookin' for me a better day You see, the thing 'bout love Is that it's not enough If the only thing it brings you Is pain There comes a time When we could all Make a change, darling Just let go Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Everything's gonna work out right You know? Just let go, Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let it go, Baby Don't nobody want no broke heart And don't nobody want No two time losers, Oh, no And ain't nobody gonna Love you like you are If you take whatever He brings your way, Oh, no, no, no You see the thing of it is We deserve respect But we can't demand respect Without change Comes a time when We must go our own way Just let go Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Everything's gonna work out right You know? Just let go, Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let it go 'Cause sometimes a love Can work out right by now And sometimes You'll never know it You never ever gonna know it But if it brings you pain in your life Don't be afraid to let it go Just let go Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow And everything's gonna work out right You know? Just let go, Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let it go Just let go, Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let go, Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let it go Just let go Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let go, Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Just let it go Just let go Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow

SONYA SPENCE - LET LOVE BE FREE Let love flow on baby, Let love be free I reach for you honey, You reach for me We'll do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby We'll do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Getting into each other Let's re unite And we let love vibrations Lead us alright We'll do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby We'll do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Holding and touching honey Let's get it on And make a pretty baby That isn't wrong Let's do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Let's do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Getting into each other Let's re unite And we let love vibrations Lead us alright We'll do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Let's do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Let love flow on baby Let love be free I reach for you honey You reach for me Let's do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby Let's do the things together only lovers do Let love flow on baby We'll do the things together only lovers do, Let love flow on baby We'll do the things together only lovers do, Let love flow on baby

You gots to chill Relax your mind, let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Oh, you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you're tired, then go take a nap Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right now, I'm 'bout to shake an' bake The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell Things to the clientele, yo, I rock well I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk About who can beat who soundin' like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say, check one-two and run down a line To the average MC, I'm known as "The Terminator" Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void Never sweatin' your girl, why P? 'Cause she's a skeezoid When I'm on the scene, I always rock the spot I grab the steel with the crown on the top In the beginnin', I like to let my rhymes flow And at 12, I press cruise control Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax Maintain MC's while the Double E macks Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill I be the personal computer, information on rap Like the B-I-Z Markie says, "I'll make your toes tap" I format the rhymes, step by step Make 'em sound deaf to maintain my rep Prepared to come off in case of a diss Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this I can turn the party out just by standin' still Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill Take total control of your body and soul Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll I'm the P-E-E-M-D-E-E And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous And like an epidemic, it becomes contagious But never the least, they all R.I.P For all those unaware, it means Rest In Peace 'Cause M.D stands for Microphone Doctor And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker Don't like to get ill, but if I have to, I kill So believe me boy, you gots to chill Catch every word I'm sayin', no, there's no delayin' Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin' Seeing is believing, you catch my drift Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift How swift? I'm so swift and that's an actual fact I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords The only weapon is my rappin' sword Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone When I'm pushin' on the microphone 'Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker The one who likes to max and relax And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin' When it's time to roll, Uzi patrol's packin' The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend And through the course of the party, I kill again and again So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared Come wit' your shield and your armored gear You gots to chill DJ La Boss takes no shorts

Slow down baby uhh Slow down baby uhh You can get rugged, though, hard like P Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me You faggot to comp rapper on a quest You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' ses So many often wonder if MDs paid You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way 'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs And I don't smoke crack, I smoke M.C.s So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic 'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo Another name for cocaine, mi amigo That's Spanish terminology for friend Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send Bass funk with beats that thump Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin' Brother ridin' my tip, L, at the same time thinkin' Damn, how could a brother be so nice 'Cause I'm the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight I like to write but then again some bite While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White Yeah slow down baby The ripper, the master, the overlordian Playing M.C.s like a old accordion I get the inspiration from a necessary station Them sayin' I was vacationin' You can't cope with your weak-ass throat Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes Major M.C.s become minor B flats So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment You're quilty, face down on the pavement No holds barred, it's time to get scarred You and your squad better praise the real god The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka So lay the mike down slow and careful 'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful A clip to slip in and start rippin' Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so I'm down so that you clowns will know Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated Yeah slow down baby When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget I master on the beat down, my style's rugged When I attack the microphone, close the zone Rap sees danger, can't roam Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall A rap tank is full so I can't stall My microphone is filled with premium Any whack M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin' Underneath fatigue at my peak You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage Yeah slow down baby Slow down baby

Verse one: erick sermon Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named erick No big deal, no sweat Hmmm, I was in for a big surprise And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement Now her case is hard like cement I have no files on all the money she spent She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new jaguar Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star That she bought, when I was away on tour Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money She got paid, it wasn't funny Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy Just my luck, that I'm stuck with a marriage And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash) Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money So I chill, and act so sweet Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh Fake everything so I can keep all my cash Fake talk, like I love you so much But wishin, she gets hit by a mack truck Next time, if there's one I'll know That most women strictly out for the dough They're called gold diggers Cause she's a gold digger (3x) Verse two: parrish smith The p had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl Yeah, and almost got vicked She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin) Top it off, she drove a black maserati Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist I tapped e on the shoulder and said, yeah I gots to get this (P cool, she could be a gold digger) Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure Til one day, she spent the crazy dough Ten g's on levi's, cold went rambo But then she smiled, gave me a back massage Gassed my head up, and said (oh p you're so large) Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs Whip my five-sixty sip moet and bug (so did you flip?) Tried to but she cut me off And said, guess what? (what) I'm pregnant (pregnant? damn) Yeah and the child is yours So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows Cause she's a gold digger Cause she's a gold digger (3x) Verse three: erick sermon, parrish smith [E] that's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves [P] cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half [E] that means the house goes [P] the car [E] you and half your cash [P] what a price to pay, but if you play you pay Cause women of the world they got smart today They flash a smile and profile [E] a pucker with a strut [P] try to move in [E] knock the boots [P] and got stuck, with alimony payments [E] time to meet judge wapner [P] you try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'cause she gotcha You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow Said the two deadly words [E] I do [P] but look now, you lost the house [E] the car [P] eatin tv dinners in a one bedroom apartment [E] boy you picked a winner [P] but what goes around, comes around [E] that's why she wheels the benz [P] and you ride greyhound Oh, just your luck, they on strike Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger (Now you know) Not to mess with a gold digger Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3x) [P] yeah epmd's in effect, dj scratch runs flex boy Hit squad in effect in the house [E] large! Yeah, she get half

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, fuck 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 fuckin' shinin' on Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib My shit 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 shit, 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, "Shit!" when we barged in The front door, rugged, keeps our shit 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 motherfuckers, 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 shit 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

(Erick Sermon) Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you would, now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing (PMD) I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill It's like a Diggum Smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage (Erick Sermon) I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend (PMD) I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla Better known as the MC cold killer PMD cold keeps the place jumping And if not then we feel like we owe you something Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be fresh To make you dance until there's no one left Cause you a customer (Erick Sermon) Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxing Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square I won't let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions until I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" (PMD) Whenever MC's, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" (Erick Sermon) It was a record test, nothing we can't handle At the house they had the mics on the mantle Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Woah, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son (PMD) Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor As the P gets stronger, MC's get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging MC's surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles because the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle You a customer (Erick Sermon) I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I feel like balanced, you know what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, to release the steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then jam it up (PMD) You said you see me jamming in New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know, you must have been jocking How do you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Well search upon me but don't go past the limit Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits (Erick Sermon) There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the good time playing Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and (PMD) MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" (Erick Sermon) People say that I'm a party pooper To tell the truth I'm a born trooper You a customer