1.Apollo Interlude
Yeah c'mon keep it movin, keep it movin
Yo p, c'mon!
Foxy brown up next, foxy brown up next
Yo whattup son？
'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...'
2.Do It Again
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
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
..
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
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
3.Dungeon Master
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
4.Get Wit This
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
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
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
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
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
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
5.Intrigued
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
6.Intro - Back In Business
＊gun blast＊ ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
＊splash of body into water＊
7.Jane 5
Haircut, like anita baker
'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)
8.K.i.m.
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
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
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, 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)
9.Last Man Standing
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)
10.Never Seen Before
You're not tellin em huh？ yeah
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
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
The uncut raw
(repeat 2x)
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
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
Chorus 2x
Epmd for nine-what, whatever, yeah, uh-huh...
Sample this shit, word up!
11.Put On
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)
12.Richter Scale
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 (uh-huh)
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks
I'm the principle, fatman joe y'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, 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＊
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
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
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
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
13.Skit
And now, the transaction
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
14.The Joint
Verse one：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 im fly without wings
While some of y'all have to pull strings.
In this era i maintain the freak upon the beats
Master basslines of raphael saadiq
Lyrical mastermind, a genius so dont 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
Erick：my squad stays on point like
Den en den den de den, it's the joint
Parish： yeah my squad stay on point like,
Erick：den en den den de den, its the joint.
Both： 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
Verse two： parrish smith
Its the joint, stay on point
Plus i'm feelin it
Niggas killin shit tryin to duplicat the manuscript
Thats 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 sequal
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.
Chorus： (first part the same)
Both： 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
Verse three： 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 sittin in they room with brandy
Way pissed off thikin how the can't stand me
He rhyme shawn for his penn, talking
Not lookin, shoocken, a dead man walking
P：you know me, from rippin 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, greaat like tony
I'm hittin hittin
E：where from？
P： from brentwood to san quentin
I'ma keep rhyming, still representing
E：fro who？
P：for my niggas up north and in the ？courts？
And for the emcees taking no shorts, in this blood sport
Chorus： (first part the same)
Both： detroit i'm in your area, (over here)
Cali i'm in your area, (over here)
Philly i'm in your area, (over here)
Epmd, its a world premier
15.You Gots To Chill '97
Verse one：erick sermon
As i step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart
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, comin 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
flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, i'm equipped
Verse two： 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 sweatin 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 clockin 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
Verse three： 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
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
Verse four： 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, ayyio 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
Verse five： 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 somethin to them, and run right through them
Verse six： pmd
I'm makin crazy g's, politicin 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
stackin
Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi
patrol
Still packin, epmd, the mic's are only friend, took a break for
a while
And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better
come
Prepared
Epmd is takin all the shares, you gots to chill
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