Tytuł: Symphony

• Wykonawca: EPMD
• Wyświetleń: 358

  
   [Parrish Smith]
  Huh, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it, M.O.P.
  Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
  Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*...
  
  [PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it
  [E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam
  [PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
  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
  
  [M.O.P] Next up!
  [E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me
  [PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  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
  
  [M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP!
  [Billy Danze] Yo I believe that's me
  [ErickSermon] Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony
  
  [Billy Danze]
  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
  
  [M.O.P.] NEXT UP!
  [L Fame] Yo I believe that's me
  [BDanze] (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony
  
  [Lil' Fame]
  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*