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[Erick Sermon]
EPMD Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Squadron, uh-huh .. [DJ Scratch] .. [Erick Sermon] Hah, let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the black Balboa I'm Erick Sermon, the dope rhyme blower My DJ Scratchatori, interesting like, war stories with EPMD, the fame and the glory The Boy Wonder, the second Nature, the Arnold Schwarzeneggar _The Eraser_, upon the crossfader From Brook-lyn, Albany Projects Been around the world with the DJ sets, catchin wreck [Parrish Smith] Yo the track drives me to excel Scratch is dangerous like a third rail Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a Duracell The show-stopper, knockin cats out like Rock'em'Sock'em Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option Hands quicker than Roy Jones with no headphones BK Albany PJ's where my man zone EPMD and Scratch, the quarterback Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than Amtrak .. [DJ Scratch] .. * The Lady of Rage sample * "Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time When it comes to the" [scratch] "I gets busy with mine" [Erick Sermon] It's on now baby.. |
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| 2. |
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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 (uh-huh) I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks I'm the principle, Fatman Joe y'know [Parrish Smith] 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, PMD fuckin shinin on Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs Chorus: Erick Sermon 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" *repeat 2X* [Erick Sermon] 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 to gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch, with a diamond bezel [Parrish Smith] 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 door, rugged, keeps our shit raw 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 Chorus [Erick Sermon] 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, uhh I got one life to live so I'm livin Got girls to be hittin more cars to be drivin [Parrish Smith] 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 Chorus |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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[Erick Sermon]
I make a million buck Every six months and y'all Hating my game saying my name they call Me the E wrong things Knowing I'm fly without wings While some of y'all have to pull strings. In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats Master baselines of Raphael Saadiq Lyrical mastermind a genius so don't snooze No missions impossible ask Tom Cruise I keep a joint lit when I have to spit I rough paragraph, laugh when I'm busting yo' ass, who want it? Come and see me, like 112 And I'll rock that bell with Fox and L E-Dub, Mr Excitement, right The poltergeist of rap so come to the light. Yes, the recipient of this award goes to Moi, The best qualified superstar. [Chorus: EPMD] My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint. New York I'm in your area, (Over here) DC I'm in your area, (Over here) New Jerse I'm in your area, (Over here) EPMD, its a world premier [Parrish Smith] Its the joint, stay on point Plus I'm feeling it Niggas killing shit trying to duplicate the manuscript That's impossible, pray like the gospel Over coming set backs, and jumping over obstacles Like Evil Kenevil, on point like a needle EPMDs' like the Beatles, back with another sequel To hip hop, check one two and you don't stop Rap with mainstream R&B and pop Now the worlds shocked The E-doubles back with Mic-Doc Like it or not we bout to turn it up another notch My speeds put it down for my seeds Raw breeds, acres with the deeds, its the joint. My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint. VA I'm in your area, (Over here) DA I'm in your area, (Over here) Chi Town I'm in your area, (Over here) EPMD, its a world premier [EPMD] E: My styles digable, so I'm phat like that I got a Benz too, and its black like that I got millions of chips, and they stack like that A five year spread, and now we back like that How dare they, niggas sitting in they room with Brandy Way pissed off thinking how the can't stand me He rhyme Shawn for his Penn, talking Not looking, shoocken, a dead man walking P: You know me, from ripping shows wit my homie The one and only, Ginuwine like Pony You want a ride? Call me up when your lonely I'm Parish Smith and shit, Great like Tony I'm hittin hittin Where from? From brentwood to San Quentin I'ma keep rhyming, still representing Ro who? For my niggas up north and in the ?Courts? And for the emcees taking no shorts, in this blood sport My squad stays on point like Den en den den de den, It's the joint Yeah my squad stay on point like, Den en den den de den, Its the joint. Cali I'm in your area, (Over here) Philly I'm in your area, (Over here) EPMD, its a world premier ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BROWN, JAMES / SMITH, PARRISH JOSEPH / SERMON, ERICK / STINSON, DANA Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 4. |
| 2:51 |
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You're not tellin em huh? Yeah [Erick Sermon] They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when I flash the greens on TV MC's be robbin me, of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater [Parrish Smith] OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son) The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot Chorus: EPMD [P] Never seen before, or heard before The uncut raw [E] I'm Erick Sermon [P] and I'm Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) [Erick Sermon] Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial and stashed it, until I have to kill at will Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh it's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap I'm a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I'm good [Parrish Smith] Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies That's why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U I-C-E so chill and bust the debut In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone Chorus [E] Never say never [P] What? EPMD's back together [E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater [P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow) [E] Watch us throw (throw) [P] down with the other brothers toe to toe [E] And if ya slow ya blow [P] That's why we comin with the ammo [E] Yo ten year veterans [P] A thousand rap sessions [E] Yeah the hard rockers [P] The crowd shockers [E] The head knockers [P] Yeah EPMD's off the rockers Chorus 2X [E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah [P] Dude whassup [E] Yeah that was dope, word up EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh... Sample this shit, word up! |
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| 0:25 |
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And now the transaction [Das EFX] Yao yo yo Stretch we thought you wasn't gonna come through Nah look this is what I got man Oh word? Yeah let me check the shit out whattup This right here man! That's hot right there son This is OK this is OK Yo knock big money style This? This? You might like this right Oh word? Yeah yeah yeah yeah just hold on let me smell that Yea yea yea but THIS is what I really wanted to show you right here The SHOCKER |
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| 6. |
| 3:38 |
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[Erick Sermon]
Hit the floor, tuck and roll E's on fire I'm your motherfucker, but not Jerry Maguire I'm the dark skinned, packin Mac-10, who get busy Effective, puttin shit in the proper perspective [Parrish Smith] Strapped with the gat, bustin caps across the map Yo the crew's back, royalties and ASCAP I'm six two, fat went with the chrome shoe Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools [Books] and the sauna, piggedy-puffin on some marijuana from Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner I stash the cash don't flash the cash what? You figgedy-front on this kid I smash that ass [Drayz] Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin it from the sewer to the land cross the burnin sand, biggedy-Back to Business with my miggidy-man Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen [Erick Sermon] to the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that Bronx shit call me Sonny, with pounds of money Bringin raw music, call my style SWOOSH Please say Mister, when you introduce me [Parrish Smith] Yeah.. uhhh EPMD and Das EFX, time to flex like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape deck Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded Hangin upside down, bust it, then reload it [Books] Yo, I'm comin up from Virginia, on the linear Havin dinner y'all, with this dimepiece named Levinia Cellu-lar ringin, it's Books how ya livin Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon [Drayz] Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet like Kramer My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order Split your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water Chorus: repeat 2X [E] You intrigued by the way, we do our thing [P] Do what? [E] Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing [P] Say what? [E] Pick up the mic, hot, and make it swing [P] "Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill" [Erick Sermon] Any hype, out the door, kill it Anything the Squadron wants, uhh BILL IT EPMD out the box we be rockin We hold the title, like priests hold the bible [Parrish Smith] God bless, to any MC who wanna test Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death with ill manuevers, rapper slash producer Puttin it down with E-Dub, in the sewer [Books] Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin beers out of gold mugs Slugs in the barrel, on name brand apparel Briggidy-bringin drama like John Travolta in Aarow [Drayz] But niggidy-no need for that, Smith squeeze the gat Ease em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact it's wiggidy wild shine like the head, of Golden Child Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we takin bails to trial Chorus |
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| 7. |
| 3:36 |
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The year is 2000. All the real motherfuckers left
PMD, Def Squad & Hit Squad and the virus I'll tell you who I be (check it) Erick Sermon: This is Erick Sermon, one of God's children of billions With more Hype than Williams Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending My squad prepare for squad spending, I ain't begot no weapon I'm lyin, get caught off guard I'm firin Until I hear sirens, I'm Gone With The Wind A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest Fell this so all the envious hear this I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (Why E?) Cause I'm the last man standin Hook: "Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound" --) P of Mobb Deep: Hell On Earth Last man standing (2X) PMD: Yeah, yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD Causialty to an MC who try to fuck wiht P, or E-Dub Catch the burner with the snub, no love A tight defence, like the glove, so bring it Any song we drop I bet you sing it Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid My pen is registered like Bruce Lee on loose leaf My crew be, timped down puffing looseys Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with Swiss Smith, street cat strap ? Hook (2X) Erick Sermon: Black the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash The blunt, the weed, the hash and then white with my friends in the Benz Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens I lock down my statis, I be the baddest Yes the one that get you open the most outspoken PMD: Shogun assassin, chinesse connection, ninja maskin We turnin to gravity, B-boy with the pants saggin Ain't no stoppin, on the case like Johnny Cochran The beats knockin, mock speed is what I'm clockin With Erick Serm, mess with fire you get burned Like a bad perm it's the return that niggas yearn What, PMD and the bandit, never stranded Bust a canon, cause it's the last man standin Hook (2X) |
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| 3:42 |
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Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness In your town to get down, so give your man a pound Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now Back to matters we call the rhyme data Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter So kill the he say she say bust the replay Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway [Erick Sermon] Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover And still we achieve the great, those who try to fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so Chorus: repeat 2X Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material .. It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine of tobacco so I can't slack yo Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about How you doin (where you been) in the biz Sittin on chrome, back to set trends [Erick Sermon] Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya Send you back to the future - he for real man? HELL YEAH I don't care, I gets it on anywhere From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air First things first, I come to work with mad equipment to do y'all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit My persona, got suburban kids bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana Chorus [Parrish Smith] Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be [Erick Sermon] Indeed, I'm amazing when I ? Got the crowd doin shit by remote control Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward? Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard Chorus 2X |
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| 9. |
| 2:53 |
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As I proceed to rock y'all and shock y'all Cold clubbin, some might say I'm buggin I'm the back lifted, checkin out folts I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim Yeah they spot me, but I'm the wrong nigga Cause ain't nuttin changed since days of +Golddigger+ They walk right past me like I'm invincible Don't trust em, the first principle [Parrish Smith] Yo pass that here and cheers, celebrate like the new year Honies front to rear, party over here So get your groove on as we move on bust the new song Once again, it's on, pop the cham' Dom Bustin those when we pull up in the chrome Party til Daylight, just like Stallone Rollin with the players, sportin Timbs and the gators Cell and pagers, fat whips quick to blaze ya .. [Erick Sermon] I be coolin, doin my thing, I'm slight jig Sometimes I be Down Low, like Mr. Big The Green-Eyed Bandit, what? Yea is he the dark skin packs a mack-10 who gets busy? I stay tight, keep the vibe right I could pull a Rampage and Wild For Da Night I'm lethal, I still do it for my people I break it down for em, it's hard to ignore em [Parrish Smith] The time is right, and tonight's the night, we in the hype We got my game type shorties excited, I'm feelin nice We roll the dice, shot of vodka and ice People on the dancefloor, doin it right Cristal for the profile, money spenders and pretenders and V.I.P. rollin with the winners You know how it go, Heinekens and the Mo' The pen and the pad and a dimepiece to go |
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| 10. |
| 1:18 |
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[E] In back of the Apollo, the episode
[E] Yo P check this yo [P] Yo what? [E] I bugged one of the rooms in the Apollo, yeah word up Yeah c'mon keep it movin, keep it movin [P] Word? [E] Nah I'm sayin so-and-so's room, yaknowhatI'msayin P? [E] Tryin to say somethin, niggaz be playa hatin [P] True [E] Let's hear what they talkin about Yo P, c'mon! [E] Aight let's go to the back, let's go in the car Foxy Brown up next, Foxy Brown up next [P] Yo yo whattup? [E] Hold up, where my key at? [E] Hey whassup y'all? Peace peace yo whassup? Yo whattup son? [E] Check it out "You saw that shit? You saw that niggaz show? Awwwwwwohhhhh, whoaahhhhhh Niggaz talkin about the stinkiest shit They bring on that shit Wha-hoahh, man, God to what? You gotta admit B, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down I got the fuckin album B! I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em, knowhatI'msayin? Bust on niggaz and shit We gon change the whole era man, we gotta go back man... ..?.. Nocturnal yo we got one, we got one..." |
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| 11. |
| 3:26 |
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[Erick Sermon]
As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the brave heart m.c.'s I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback The E double E is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, coming through like mud Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the fliest whips Got the fliest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped [PMD] Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy Never sweating no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know Now, EPMD is clocking all the dough, sit back and relax Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill [Erick Sermon] I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club (Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?) I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll [PMD] Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, hey yo what's next on the menu, business to take 2's Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone doctor And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the world shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chill [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like Zoro I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas Say something to them, and run right through them [PMD] I'm makin crazy G's, politicing on my mobile phone, D double About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker Puffing "gon shit" faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stacking Fingers snapping, toes tapping, and when it's time to roll, Uzi patrol Still packing, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while And now we back again, so if you think about gambling, you better come Prepared EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill |
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| 3:55 |
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Intro:
Put them on, put them on Shiesty motherfuckers Recognize that check it PMD: Yo we build and destroy, black Benz's and the convoy Use a different 9 to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow Like Jimmy Chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes Caught the guard block and at the shoe shine Yeah he just got word about his man James Dean from Queens Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen With Bill Blast, he made a dash smash the cash Ran two blocks pulled off the ski mask But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and People started talkin', po-po started sniffin',plus He never hit James Dean with the cream So James put a hit to catch him on the scene The police got a tip from a girl he use to run with Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss And the girl drove a black Infinity, moving keys to Kennedy Different name everyday fake identity They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state So at the house the police wait with Jeds caught him in his 8 50 that's how the streets be moving shiefty Found Billy and he slipped and paid quickly Different day but the same song, life goes on So watch the street kid, cause it's a put on Hook: That's how it goes down, down on the under (x2) Erick Sermon: I seen Will on the corner, Flatbush and Park Slope Shippin' two pounds of coke with 2 O.G.'s in his bear coat Chrome neena, rollin' with this bitch named Catrena Undercover queena that pack a street sweeper 5 years for doin' Fed time for extortion And a jail up in Boston for major jewel flossin' Hits safes quickly can hear a black Jamie Summers Pick the right numbers and have mad runners Or Hardcore Lil' Kim, Queen Bee Bitch Who never snitch, played the game and never rode the bench Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will For her family, no fantasy, a James Colamity Time for the score, from Hammerton to Marine Park Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line And nows hte time, she jumped out the car In front was a Hummer, two new comers, I never seen before I approached tall Joey "Who's those guys lookin' wise? Had my black ass surprised." A-yo yo yo it's a set up, where's the doe, uh Where's the loot, give it to me and don't get cute Catrina pulled the weapon, shot Joey The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain Yo, she hid the two kids with Joey, she didn't know Cause she paid more doe for 'em Will screamed "You bitch!" "Sorry" she said Then boow! Will got lit That's how it goes down, down on the under They drove off quickly in the black Hummer Never trust no matter what the dance or song Cause it could be a put on Hook (x4) |
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| 13. |
| 4:37 |
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[Redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire You chose the right man to get the plan executed I get the situation happening before you shoot it Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what? The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop corks I pop New York with a dot til import The art then the craft, will split you in half I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it Shut your windows and lock your doors Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon Chorus [Erick Sermon] John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days Boriquas, to eses, around the ways my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin A five year span turned nuttin into somethin And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya (Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker High on Friday with Chris Tucker I be a Headbanger to my very last breath Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis I transform like Spawn, takes no time for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word Chorus [Parrish Smith] PMD, the Purple Heart admiral Blow your spot and left shrapnel then escaped in the Benz capsule Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore Before I met Jane in the corridor The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur with more action than Roger Moore Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four Spray Windex on your glass jaw Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic Smash you bastards on some crab shit EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm Chorus [Keith Murray] Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality Finally, every dimension know Keith Y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter Here comes the lyrical brain melter I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it Man I feel for my opponents Chorus (to end) |
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| 3:25 |
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Intro:
Yeah, EPMD, yeah, Nocturnal (Nocturnal cats). A-yo check it. Nocturnal: Yo Dungeon Master, time to draw let's see who's faster Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind Feild, take you way down, underground the Earth's surface A 100 leeks, flatline ? Erick Sermon: E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner My jawa past willie, I'm higher than marajuana My styles foreign, look at me as a Guinesse, Vietnemes A lad overseas, clockin' major G's I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal And if I let off and he gets hit And if you miss him, go home and light a candle Hook: Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin' This vocal ammunition (X2) Nocturnal: Yo I spit ferroshis, here's another dosage I'll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual Form, liver than your black college dorm Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some cotoroto Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot Drink lots like Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked It's hotter than lava rocks, I'm gainin interest like when LL said "Box" And Crush Groove, I freak the ill power move Kid I"m on fire, flippin' on MC's like David Banner Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce Cat's is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher Have your crew sayin' "We should of taped son" Mavrick, Top Gun, shootin' missles I prefer 40's over Cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark Rougher than Tim's at Galheart, check my street smarts Plus credentials, microphones as untencils Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me EPMD and Nocturnal in your fuckin' ? Hook (X4) Outro: Yeah yeah Nocturnal son. Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what's up, you know what's up. You know what I'm saying. This is how we do. Reppin' for the crew. Jersey fuckin' too. Hell yeah, hell yeah. |
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"Murder?/Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane" (repeat 4X) Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin Valerie The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records Found her butt naked, and on the side EPMD record Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels And anybody breakin these rules they get two's This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back to my accomplice, havin no nonsense That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell Hit the floor, she was leakin My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid' Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster Played it cool, and never lost my composure As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover and passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic I'm thinkin, "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?" Time to activate, JANE on the license plate Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate "Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane" (repeat 8X) |
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You're not tellin em huh? Yeah [Erick Sermon] They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when I flash the greens on TV MC's be robbin me, of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater [Parrish Smith] OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son) The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot Chorus: EPMD [P] Never seen before, or heard before The uncut raw [E] I'm Erick Sermon [P] and I'm Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) [Erick Sermon] Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial and stashed it, until I have to kill at will Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh it's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap I'm a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I'm good [Parrish Smith] Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies That's why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U I-C-E so chill and bust the debut In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone Chorus [E] Never say never [P] What? EPMD's back together [E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater [P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow) [E] Watch us throw (throw) [P] down with the other brothers toe to toe [E] And if ya slow ya blow [P] That's why we comin with the ammo [E] Yo ten year veterans [P] A thousand rap sessions [E] Yeah the hard rockers [P] The crowd shockers [E] The head knockers [P] Yeah EPMD's off the rockers Chorus 2X [E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah [P] Dude whassup [E] Yeah that was dope, word up EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh... Sample this shit, word up! |
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