Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
[Verse 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your head like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
[Verse 2: Nas & Eminem]
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah; flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house)
She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
(Yeah, ready?)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, we'll give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) 'cause none of y'all are real (Nah)
Not a single one (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah)
It's like your bitch in the appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a bond and she'll
Never bail on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chills (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mill' out the window
Of my mobile on the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E which reminds me of rap summary
Mami, my theme song, me and P
Always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the 'caine and lean on me (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
Cause the brain's iller trained, killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed with the greats
And my name's with the Kanes, and the Waynes, and the Jays
And the Dres, and the Yes, and the Drakes
And the J Dillas, Jadas, Cool Js, and the Ras
And amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of hip-hop and the name of this song is
[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
Kanthi hormat
Ember ing ngisor kaya Erick lan Parrish
Aliran Casket ditutup, kabeh sampeyan Niggas entuk mati
Dheweke ora menehi sampeyan siji mawar nalika sampeyan bisa mambu
Dadi aku milih saka kebon dhewe (taman)
Pengen metu ing kebonku kaya bapaklah
Eyang lan Rottweiler entuk liwat trauma blok (ya, trauma)
Dadi apa sampeyan ngomong ', Nigga? Sampeyan gots kanggo hawa anyep (uh-huh)
Thinkin 'Sampeyan Bebener, Pancen Sampeyan Ora Kanggo Nyata (EPMD!)
Mbalik Mbalik, Shit Paling Keras Saka Taun (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Ayat 1: khutbah PMD & Erick]
EPMD, kita bali ing bisnis
Ora ana sing ora ana sing nggumunake karo kita, mengisore pikiranmu (uh)
P minangka comin nomer loro 'saka Gusti Allah, somethin' kanggo nyekseni
Piece telek, mabur ing sirah sampeyan kaya Mike Pence's, kita ing trenches
Aku edan, luwih apik, aku ing ramper
Umatku ora bisa entuk upah minimal
Jancok stimulus (uh), wenehi kapentingan (uh)
Wenehi utangan (oh), wenehi omah
Menehi aku tanah sing sampeyan utang supaya aku bisa roam
Dadi nalika sampeyan nglanggar, bluOl, siji ing kubah sampeyan
Pengarepan sing paling apik, hantu sing paling apik kaya Tommy
Ora kuwatir apa-apa amarga ora ana ing mburi aku
[Paduan Swara: Nas]
EPMD, kita bali ing bisnis
Aku nggambarake apa wae, dudu apa sing dudu
Kita ing meja mafia ing jejere pawon
Lintang Michelin ', countin' yuta yuta
[Ayat 2: NAS & Eminem]
Dun! Aku nglilani kulawarga, Meetin ing Cote ing Miami
Dheweke botol anggur ing Maggie, gedhe gedhe
Mlebu kanggo Masterclass, Escobar
Kaki munggah ing Stadion Mets ing restoran
Diikat saka az nganti Dave Timur
Sampeyan ngerti pikirane saya edan
Guru, dheweke ora bisa kelas
Aku ngerti sawetara wong Haitian ing Dade County, dadi Choppers ing Haiti
Dheweke menehi penerbangan menyang Kolombia, nggawe awake Amazin '
Mung kanggo ngirim ing tumblr, iki "jancok musim panas" telek
Aku ora peduli karo apa sing sampeyan compin 'karo aku lan hit-boy runnin' shit (runnin 'shit)
Emas gedhe, rantai tali, nanging banjir saiki (ya; banjir saiki)
Narik karo Ghost kaya omah Haunted (omah angker)
Dheweke gettin 'medeni, getih ing tanganku kaya carrie
Bisa uga mlaku ing kuburan kanggo ndeleng endi hip-hop dikubur
Aku banjur tiwas, nanging ora seda kaya machiavelli
Sampeyan ndeleng huruf ing abang abang, katon saos lan spageti
(Ya, siap?)
[Ayat 3: Eminem]
Epmd, kita bali ing bisnis (apa?)
Livin 'ing kahanan sing cramp, kita bakal menehi amunisi
Aku nyedhiyakake rak-rak-rak kasebut, aku entuk luwih akeh cangkang kaya Taco lonceng lan aku ora gon 'gagal
Aku ora duwe l's (noel) kaya Natal, sampeyan ora pengin nggawe cakar (claus) metu (Nah)
Y'all kudu nyeluk santa (kenapa?) 'Amarga ora ana sing nyata (Nah)
Ora siji (kaya apa?), Kaya tagihan dolar (ya)
Kayadene asu sampeyan ing pengadilan banding, dheweke ana ing pil (banding)
Kita entuk ikatan lan dheweke bakal
Ora tau jaminan kanggo aku (bail marang aku), ora uga kunjara outta (haha)
EPMD, nanging aku, aku ora ana gunane (Ch-Chill)
Mung skrill lotta
Lady, Kertasku dadi edan, aku mung mbuwang pabrik 'jendela
Saka ponselku ing dalan fuckin 'ing kene (ya)
Kaya Rudolph lan Homies nalika narik 'Sleigh, ya
Iku akeh duwit flyin 'nalika aku udan' udan, dear
Ijo ing aku nanging ora ana suket, cekak, mung iki, Darling
Pocket sing kebak pil, sawetara yaiku Tylenol 3S, kanthi dhuwit loro utawa telung Molly
Dadi sawetara sing ngeling-eling aku ringkesan rap
Mami, Tema Tema Kula, Me Lan P
Tansah digunakake kanggo muter sing bisa dibaleni sedina
Dadi, aku nelpon aku "Daddy Big" (Daddy)
Ditambah aku entuk 'caine lan lemak ing aku (ya)
MCS, aku mangan 'sampeyan b-i-t-c-h kaya Kripik Tortilla kaya
Kula, aku bebas utang, ya, ijo ing chia pet (woo)
Iki minangka efek saka indeks pecah-lidang lingkungan lawas
Kemiskinan ing puncak, OCD lan PTSD aku guess
R.i.p. metu menyang DMX, Stezo, E lan Nipsey
Ecstasy lan Pangeran Mariwara Dee, MF Doom, aku kenek 50 liwat teks
Matur yen aku tresna marang dheweke 'amarga aku ora ngerti kapan aku ndeleng dheweke ing sabanjuré (NAH)
Sesuk bisa dadi pati (nggawa kakehan kasebut)
Ya, lan telek iki ora pati cetho
Nimbulake Eler Otak, Pembunuh, Bahaya, Deranged
Lan aku ngombe kabeh dina (ya) aku kosong ing kertas
Banjur ngenteni kaca isi (apa?)
Gething Spiller ajar kekuwatan pil utawa tranq '
Aku mung ndedonga kanggo dina nalika aku bisa ngomong yen aku diselehake karo greats
Lan jenengku karo kanca, lan weknane, lan Jays
Lan dres, lan ya, lan drakes
Lan J Dillas, Jadas, H, lan Ras
Lan Amazin 'Minangka Nas, lan pujian kanggo para dewa iki
Shout menyang umur emas hip-hop lan jeneng lagu iki yaiku
[Paduan Swara: Nas]
EPMD, kita bali ing bisnis
Aku nggambarake apa wae, dudu apa sing dudu
Kita ing meja mafia ing jejere pawon
Lintang Michelin ', countin' yuta yuta