1.Check 1, 2
Epmd.. def jam.. blazin..
Check it, uh-huh, yo
It's e-dub on the microphone
My style be elektra, i'm the male syl rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the endzone
This here ain't the average shit, you used to
Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you
So knock it off, like biggie smalls said duke you soft
Why you wanna fuck with the boss？
Where should i start？ breakin mc's or shatterin charts？
It's diablo, pmd mic doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er
Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter
So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo
+funky piano+, van like the fuckin ？tano？
With more cheese than lambeau, more heat than rambo
Break down dismantle when i scramble
Chorus： erick sermon (parrish smith) ＊repeat 2x＊
I just get down, and i go for mines
Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line
(inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines)
Don't get too close because you might get shot
Uhh, yo, ey, and yo
Epmd, fuckin with us is bad news
Me and you got different views
What you might say is dope, i say's not
What i might call wack, you'll call hot
The best thing for you, is to think and hope
Or get choked, and hung with +the velvet rope+
Cause you too theatrical, mess around
And end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you
That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
Double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two
Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the unseen potential to be on dateline
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while i pace mine
Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets？
We've been doin this shit, since _dear yvette_, check
I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead
And walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend
For playin with the last mohican
？madi gon？ - that's fuck you in puerto rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin
Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious
The true legend, got caught shit you better call kevin
Big like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11
I'm danger like norris the texas ranger
The mic strangler, pmd, the fuckin _head banger_
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel
Chorus
2.Draw
Anybody around here seen two-gun billy？
I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy？
(ain't no two-gun billy 'round here
Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn
yankee？)
You just pull a gun out on me？
Now you know you done fucked up right？ ＊ five gunshots ＊
Now, if any one of y'all see him
Tell him that, epmd was in town..
Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
Spurs on my timb's, when i start blazin, hit the floor
Cowards duckin, i'm emptyin chambers when i'm bustin
Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when i'm crushin
Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me
You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with
the
Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon
Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon
So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
Time to draw, i'm aimin for your dome and jaw
Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw
An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
Time to ride again until next time to draw
'ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two murder one lyric at your door' -＞ method man
Draw..
'gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone' -＞ cool j
'ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two murder one lyric at your door' -＞ method man
Draw..
'gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone' -＞ cool j
Hah
Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
On the mic i dismantle, leave an impression
And ruin you, like i'm the bill clinton scandal
Impeach em, then i erick can b. president
Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
And focus, or go into hypnosis
I wasn't here when i wrote this (where was you？)
Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron
posters
Me and my dogs homey reppin
In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon
Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
Can't count ten paces, i'm already heated it
P and erick sermon is like a ruger german
Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
Any superhero we lettin em know from door
Come correct when it's time to draw
3.Hold Me Down
Mm-hmm, hold me down
Hold me down
Hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down
Yeah uh-huh uh-huh, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down
Eh te eh te eh, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down
Huh？ ah-huh, yo, what？
Aiyyo p back me up now, hold me down
While i go around this town, snatchin crowns
From those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin - you wanna fight？ let's go somethin
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation
With sucker mc infiltration
Aiyyo straight up, you light mc's better get your weight up
I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill？ how i can just stare, and watch the blood spill
From an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that？ burnin gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back
Yo p, hold me down
Yo e, hold me down
Pmd, hold me down
Yo e, hold me down
Pmd, hold me down
Yo e, hold me down
Pmd, hold me down
You got shit harder than this, erick serm' and parrish smith？
What's this？ piped out five, with the kit？
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin, god's on the way, and he's askin
Who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm
Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm
Yeah we swarm mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em
Like muhammad, set the scene i'm bombin on
Ceo's, a＆r's, street team to a manager
For the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino
From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino
Bring the ultra-ment, stick you with the magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics
Yo e, hold me down
Yo pmd, hold me down
Yo e, hold me down
Yo pmd, hold me down
E-dub, hold me down
Mic doc, hold me down
Green eyed bandit, holdin it down
Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low
They be peepin me and the e, dj scratch, epmd
The dream team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, mazerrati
Catchin bodies, e double holdin shit down with the sawed off
shotty
What you thought？ we takin more than nickels and shorts？
Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit
torched
I spit flames at oklahoma
When done, you can smell the sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen
Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin？
Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for fuckin with men
P and i got somethin for all y'all
Who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball
So we ball like spalding, in the time of need
Who you calling when your career is falling？
Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down
Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down
Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it
Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented
4.House Party
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all it's like that y'all
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin it real
While you was pissin in your bed, we was makin a mill'
Got up, with erick sermon, dropped 'you gots 2 chill'
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
With fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged
And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves
Aiyyo likewise i come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
It's me, transformed i'm eazy-e
Past the point of rockin the joint
I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team
Nfl： niggaz for life, so feel that
I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at
Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady
For those who dream, believe i'm freddie
Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from the south bronx
And let me hear you say
Hell yeah hell yeah
Say hell yeah hell yeah
Aiyyo, i grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite
Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night
No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright
And these faggots, always stress me so i keep my shit tight
Who am i？ the cat to put that ass on standby
Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi
Then start stalkin, three point shot like hershey hawkins
Takin it back to the seventy-sixers like johnny dawkins
Yo i come through camouflaged with the squadron entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
Epmd's the name, there's no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off like a wild jamaican
Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs
Yo this shout out goes to brownsville, youknowhati'msayin？
On ？ avenue, newport garden squadron
Epmd, youknowhati'msayin？
To the brentwood posse, somebody just say
Make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
Everybody say make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low
I'm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the mo' spill
Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill
Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo p chill chill chill
Niggaz is in here fightin b
Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit
Just put some shit on they can dance to then
5.Intro - Out Of Business
Epmd
Erick and parrish millenium ducats
Squadron, uh-huh
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
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
＊ the lady of rage sample ＊
'cause i'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time
It's on now baby..
6.Jane 6
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Check this out
I was hangin out late, creepin a quarter to two
Polly with cats, sippin on a 40 of brew
Pulled out the dutch master cause it's time to get on
Turned on the truck system to pump a hip-hop song
Five minutes later i see these other kids clockin
Meanwhile my niggaz chalmed out with system rockin
Sayin in my mind -- who could it be？
As he got closer, i peeped, it was the e-double e
I said, 'whattup duke？'
I have a girl and she wants me to duke her
Gave my crew dap, and hopped the right the fuck on in
E-double set it
I said yo, what's the deally yo？ she said, 'sex, you wanna feely
yo？'
Lift her skirt with no panties, felt the familio
Lookin half filipines, mixed with black in the genes
Had to drop the windows, to release the steam
( ＊＊＊ samples from the other 'jane' sagas ＊＊＊ )
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Shorter than short and petite, blazin ass body and physique
Five-doggin it, pumpin jay-z and memphis bleek
Burnin somethin, purple chronic, orange or thai
On the expressway, 4-9-5 l.i.
Straight rollin, nice from the henny before
Shorty wanted to pull over and get a dutch from the store
We parked the benz, the girls got out and walked right in
Copped a 40 and a dutch, and hopped right back in
Tried to pull off, that's when a squad car cut us off
Five-oh pulled out and said, 'chill, cause it's the law'
( ＊＊＊ samples from the other 'jane' sagas ＊＊＊ )
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Aiyyo they caught us on a techno (techno)
Girls started shakin, gettin petrol
Pulled the burner 540, one shot, sunscreen's essential
Straight dumpin, no love for the badge and the gun
Straight accomplices, now our ass is on the run
Now shit's drastic, dodgin and dippin traffic
Bitches started regulatin on some flash and blast shit
She's out the benz with the quickness, that's when the shit got
real
Bitches flipped, hit pmd with the steel
And asked him how it feel, jumped right back in grabbed the
wheel
Told the cats to relax and yo, peep the deal
Remember tommy twotime, who used to move moonshine？
Now he's a bitch nigga, frontin for cats, droppin dimes
Yo time to see him, he be hangin at the coliseum
Down on 48th and lex, near the black museum
He owe me somethin, when i see him, i'm straight dumpin
Catch him four times in the legs, get close and ask him somethin
Yo whattup god？ 'member j, from the schoolyard？
Try to floss when i was chillin, hold this baby pah!
I looked at e like, 'yo, this bitch is talkin like a dude'
Seen the cat across the street, she said, 'it's time to move'
Ran up on him, he looked like he saw a ghost
Tried to run, but j pulled out and flashed the toast
Toast told him to bend over, and then the girl lift her dress
Pulled out a dick, laced him in the ass, and asked him
How he liked it -- kid was cryin in pain
'member you raped me in the park？ peep _the crying game_
I coulda swore he said, 'yo, don't do it jane!'
( ＊＊＊ samples from the other 'jane' sagas ＊＊＊ )
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
Oh, what a nice name
Looked her up and down, said, 'hmm, i'll take her'
7.Pioneers
And you don't quit
Yeah, pioneers one time (one time, two times)
Yeah, erick sermon boy
Yeah, we rap, where you at？ (mic check)
'check this out!'
Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man +louis+ from the +ville+, slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at
So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze
triggers
Blazin at one-hit wonder niggaz like smoothe da hustler
I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures, in return, the track's the _gold digger_
Huh me？ i buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so i bought myself a gun
Yeah dunn, ain't the one to be steppin to son
I agree with slick rick, you cats is crumbs
My squad gets dumb and jim carrey you ought the buildin
Messin around with god's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you'll lose!
Chorus： erick sermon, parrish smith (repeat 2x)
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
Epmd.. 'that's right!'
P and i don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein em？
On tracks, we ruff ryde like d and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent
E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
Right down the block, from the precinct
See you a punk, that talk too lenient
When i speak to a motherfucker, i mean it!
So open sesame, and let down the main gate
But before you scream epmd, you should wait
Cause we roll with a posse, from strong long to canarsie
Qbc, boogie down bronx, back to marcy
Pass that kiko, i drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your chick know, p's hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups
Chorus
Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
And my man pussycat and catch two to the melon!
Then i be like, 'yep yep,' just like teddy, +raw+ like eddie
Sweaty, when i hold shit down and bake like betty
And when i want things to move, i blink like +bewitched+
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit
Chorus
8.Rap Is Still Outta Control
Rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, wait
Aiy, rap is outta control
Hold on!
I be pulsatin dominatin, up above
Run-d.m.c. style, stop and show love
E-dub, i can't fall off, it's no way, i'm down low
I stay in the cut with o.j.
The fact is, some things got to change
With eight or more rappers that sound the same
With the, same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same fame
Suicide victims, quick to jump off and scream i
Have to die, i'm livin a lie
Fake mc's no heart, get torn apart
Messin with us？ in ninety-nine, get smart
I be the last one you wanna play with
Rap committees call me, just to okay shit
Focus on me, i grab the mic and drop gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than rims
Step in in tan timb's, a pocket full of ends with a
Couple of friends and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep shit rocking til morning
With the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hittin
Hop in the benz 2000 benz with the cd skippin
Epmd, who's fuckin with it
Outta control like 2pac in _juice_, character bishop
Who's inferior？ my squad be def
And we ain't hearin ya, lounge in the black interior
Because..
Hah! yes.. ha, rap is outta control!
Ha, hey hey rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Yo, aiy, rap is outta control! (for sure dude)
Aiyyo, ey, rap is outta control!
Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
When it came to epmd no one said a word
So i called up erick sermon and said, 'this shit's absurd!'
Now we flip the bird, back-breakin mc's down like herbs
Redlinin, bendin my chrome rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap field？
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel？
I don't think so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in home depot
So don't front for me or the e, cause you know our steez
Epmd, blazin shit, def 2g's
Cause we make tape and break mc's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn em down to third degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one checkin or servin me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency
Surgeon see
Hah.. hah, rap is outta control!
Hey, hey rap, rap .. wait, what wait (for sure dude)
Hey, rap is outta control! hold on
Wait wait, rap rap is outta control!
And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) ay, yes y'all (yes y'all)
Aiyyo kick it e!
I stand tall i won't fall, i recall
Ha hah, your rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure they krytonite caps
I'm made of steel, i swat bullets like gnats
I'm like, (＊singing＊) superman... fly high...
.. way up in the sky ..
And if you try to shoot me down clown i won't die
I cremate
I hate, let's exterminate
Wait for a second e, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
On the crab mc, who's all on the bozack
Who knows that, 2000 benz to shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the hoes at？
And the old gold black, icy cold fat
Wack mc's yo, where's your clothes at？
End the drama, that's word to your momma..
9.Right Now
Right here, right now？
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (e-dub)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, y'know what that is, word up
(wax and tax em) the squadron, pmd, erick sermon
(millenium ducats) yo, yo.. uh-huh
Def jam
Excuse me! i'm tryin to earn a mere buck or two
Yo my name's e-dub, so who the fuck are you？
I'm lockin it down now, and that's that
I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap
Hold your gat, i can't control the sound
If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down
Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare
Like uhh-huh.. yeah yeah..
I love it when my jewels dangles
Could see stars, like the bangles
When you approach me, adress me as mr. like bojangles
Death decepticon, bad intentions when we reppin on
Microphones, step in the set and start flexin on
Your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand
Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand
Fuck it, erick and parrish millenium ducats
Fully flossed out, two g's, fisherman bucket
Chorus： epmd (repeat 2x)
Who？ epmd got checks to cash
What what？ drop bombs for the clubs to blast
When？ right now, so my crew could flash
Where？ right here, get the money and stash
Aiyyo what's that song, that got the average dude
Playin the fool, hittin the bong with cheech and chong
What？ me and mic doc rock the spot like we're up
With more technique, than bruce lee with num-chuks (wha-tah)
Pure player, my rap flow's athletic
Workout seven albums - rap calisthetics
Epmd now.. here to getcha
With a blow, you coulda sworn roy jones hit ya
Cats can't hold me, erick and parrish, we hold the trophy
Scorn your team all day so i suggest you change your goalie
Cause i'm hype again, with e double, on the mic again
Crack a 40, spark a l, then pop a ？perkadan？
Straight off tiggy, ridin shotgun with my niggy
No diggy, e and p tight like lenny and squiggy
Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler
And to the cats out there frontin, yo, you can't fool us
Chorus
Aiyyo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire
And we won't stop rockin til we retire
Who said we _out of biz_？ that there was a liar
I'm sammy sosa, and p's mark mcgwire
Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye
If you wanna hate me, do it now, try
I'm lethal, take it back to epmd third album
And do it _for my people_
I jump out the plane and hanglide
Hit the ice and slip-slide
Niggaz don't get it, epmd status, correct me if i'm
Mistaken, currently record breakin and still bakin
Like kevin to footloose only difference we keep the sytsem
quakin
Dusk to dawn, word is bond
You fuck with epmd, erick and parrish, the shit is on
Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters
Quick to roast ya
Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya
Chorus
10.Symphony
Huh, erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p.
Erick and parrish millenium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down ＊echoes＊...
Hold me down, hold me down (＊echoes＊)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want？
Remember me？ you punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, i strap tools
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it？
Sucka duck, i do what i feel right now
When i spit the illest shit, cats be like, 'wow!'
Yo! i get looks when i'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Say hello to the devil danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, it's (e)(mo-pmd) blastin shit
Put in work in this cold game
Soldier ＊echoes＊ i use work as code name
Told ya, line em up its soul train
(b-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) and i give em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it
Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)
I'm donatin a casket
We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic
(tell em what you sayin) get the bozac
Before i tear your maggot ass flat (boom boom) they're back
For gettin the real, straight from b'ville
Motherfuckers don't like fame cause i'm not cream filled
I feel what i speak so i speak what i feel
Sleep and i will, reap and i kill
Motherfuck (who know) jump out a hugo
Open up your back with a mac, uno uno
Ghettoville nigga, i break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow
Cause i'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to raise up 5-0 in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us
Or the first family will come kill you with the heaters
Blah ＊echoes＊
11.Symphony 2000
Hold me down, hold me down (＊echoes＊)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want？
Remember me？ you punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, i strap tools
Next up!
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it？
Sucka duck, i do what i feel right now
When i spit the illest shit, cats be like, 'wow!'
Yo! i get looks when i'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
Hehahhh! yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap？
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap？
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car？
It's funk doc, you know my name hoe
My style dirty underground, or ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps kool-aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then i dash like damon did
Doc, walk _thin red lines_ to shell shock
Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro？ got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin hockey rules
For keith murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool!
I 'just do it' like nike, outta 'bama
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up
Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_! to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel ＊sniff＊
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill ＊sniff＊
Feelin like the mack inside a cadillac seville ＊screech＊
Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - geronimo!
I feel my high comin down.. lookout below!
Aiyyo! dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like parker brothers
I rock for the low-class, from locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the god on your block like godzilla
Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy i'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, i hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less
Mrs. stop drop and roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how luck spittin？
Stay drunk-pissed in the s-type, stay whippin ＊screech＊
When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
It's written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like jordan, y'all play the role of pippen
Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin
Man listen, stop your cryin and your bitchin
Like e and p's last cd, you're out of business
12.The Fan
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up
Yo, yo-yo.. yo
Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock mc's durin my leisure
Time i spend to do em in
The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
And jail cats get rep to it
You get, by on record but you wack on stage
So i'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades
That's why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
Shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when i blaze ya
As i, dust bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin like billy
So niggaz chill and spark the phillie
Chorus： parrish smith (repeat 2x)
Yo, i know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits
Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
P and i stomp those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few pages
Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
I swear, cause we take it there
Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
It's been a long time, mc crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
Wack mc's we straight stunnin
When we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, epmd second wind, fuel-injected
Chorus
Word yeah, tell em p, yo
I never seen y'all before, when i came through
With my dogs headbangin with the - hit squad crew
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
E-dub, no one replacin me
If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy, i own my style, while y'all got leases
I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces
That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone
News flash, erick and parrish, we got it sewn
And like i'm damon we dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin the rash, double up p, straight on smidash
So stop playin, serious like _so what cha sayin'？_
In apollo sold out with redman, fuckin headbangin
To the street corners, the back alleys, to the cali valleys
Epmd in effect, chillin as the scans tally
13.The Funk
Uh-huh
Yo it's the return (uh-huh) parrish smith and erick serm'
Kid don't mess with fire because you will get burned
Cause we earn respective checks, regulated when a nigga flex
To get a rep totin mack-10's and techs
Hoes and sex, weed and beck's, and first class flights
You name it, niggaz had it, and still got it
Always rhymin with a pardon
Like roxanne i'm about to cold _get retarded_
You know the logo, and on mics, sometimes we flow slow
Not loco, universal, type vocal
Mogul, so don't make me wild out and have to show you
Who i am, strapped with e-double my man
Back in business once again, plus we backed by def jam
This is the funk (huh) comin out of your trunk
Erick and parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From east to west coast, epmd you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin mc's to lunch
Cause it's the funk (funk funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From east to west coast, epmd you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin mc's to lunch
Aiyyo it's e the elusive, comin through with a dope exclusive
Hawkin niggaz, like i'm yusef
Gettin down, makin it happen for those who don't believe
The incomporable, comin through stompin you
My squad is def, and we don't hear nuttin
I'm in the back of the crib, on the green puttin
I be the boss in this, who the fuck comin through torchin this
Ball your fists up quick
I'm the black bill gates, my chips be micro
Bad like michael, don't make me fight you
You a hater, and my crew don't like you
On the real you suck, who the hell hyped you？
You a comic russell would say good night too
At the def jam, screw you and your man
Rock the house like bizmark, if so let the fifth spark
Sometime after dark
This is the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From east to west coast, epmd you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin mc's to lunch
Cause it's the funk (funk) comin out of your trunk
Erick and parrish for years we've been makin it thump
From east to west coast, epmd you pump
Icons in hip-hop, takin mc's to lunch
14.U Got Shot
'you got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there？ another motherfuckin hardrock' -＞ odb
'whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow' -＞ odb
'introducing, yo fuck that nigga's name!' -＞ odb
'if you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject'' -＞ odb
'gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, blaow!' -＞ odb
'you got shot cause you knock knock knocked..'
On my knees at the mercy of god
Straight up back up i keeps it hard
You like to watch but can't touch this nigga
Or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
Fuckin coolo make you quit rap and go sing with menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you
leave
Overachieve, i'd rather be rockin apollo creed
Time to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cuts
We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
For the mic dons, ？？
？？, pmd shinin with my stripes on
In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so fuck a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, pac, and eaze - one love, them still my fuckin niggaz
We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin back
And watch me spitfire my ？volerical？ fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin
Ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause i'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night, and i'm black
In the moonshinin, i'm sippin starsky and hutch
While my rims blindin, while p rollin the dutch
Cause i'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge？ charles laston sauls
I got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of halls
Right hand to allah, i'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
When i jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
Epmd, 215, and 8-off agallah
Yo 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car？
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the g's
People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
When i blow off the top i got this cream like bill rothstein
And when i rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run
together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-off's gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz
Aiyyo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, i throw a six up
And hook off like prince naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoise？ fancy as dandy？
You get killed, like you was jon-benet ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin shit, and never even seen a million
Actin like y'all sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures, and chasin gold diggers
(motherfuckers) don't even come up to me yappin
Or you'll die hard with bruce and sam jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a dogg 4 life like my nigga ja rule
Who wanna flex, with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk
'you got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there？ another motherfuckin hardrock' -＞ odb
'whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow' -＞ odb
'introducing, yo fuck that nigga's name!' -＞ odb
'if you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject'' -＞ odb
'gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, blaow!' -＞ odb
'you got shot cause you knock knock knocked..'
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