Can't Hear Nothing But the Music

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 goddamn 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' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' 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 Afro American, 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 Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' 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 'cuz I'm diesel (Why?) 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' 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 (P S Y C H E) 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 Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin'