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
Respektvoll
Eimer op niddereg wéi Erick a Parrish
GESLOTT CASKETA FLOW, ALL DIR NIGGAGE GEBADED
Si ginn Iech keng eenzeg Rose wann Dir et richen kann
Also ech wielen aus mengem eegene Gaart (Gaart)
Wëllt Dir a mengem Gaart erausgoen wéi Godfather
Grandkids an e Rottweiler ass iwwer d'Spär Trauma (jo, Trauma)
Also wat Dir soen ', Nigga? Dir gitt op Chill (uh-hmm)
Denkt Dir d'Wourecht, wierklech, wierklech Dir net fir echt (EPMD!)
Zréck op zréck mat et, dat schwéierst Schäiss vum Joer (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Vers 1: PMD & Erick Seremon]
EPMD, mir si zréck am Geschäft
Et ass kee fuckin 'mat eis, kommt op Är Sënner (uh)
P ass den zweeten Comin 'vu Gott, Somethin' Zeien
Stéck Schäiss, fléien op Ärem Kapp wéi d'Mike Ierwen, mir an den Trenchelen
Ech sinn rosen, besser, ech sinn op engem Rampage
Meng Leit kënnen net emol Mindestloun kréien
Fuck e Stimulus (uh), gitt mir e puer Interesse (Uh)
Gitt mir e Prêt (oh), gitt mir en Heem
Gitt mir dat Land Dir schëlleg mech sou datt ech roam
Also wann Dir TRRESPASE, Blaach, een an Ärer Kuppel
Bescht Wënsch, Geeschter 'em wéi hien den Tommy
Ass net besuergt 'bout näischt' verursaache Schlag hannert mech
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, mir si zréck am Geschäft
Ech visualiséieren wat et ass, net, wat ass net
Mir am Mafia Dësch nieft der Kichen
Iesst michin Stären, zielen eng Millioun
[Vers 2: NAS & EMINEM]
Dun!! Ech loosse et fir d'Famill, begéinen an de Miami
Hinnen Wäin Fläschen op Maggie, extra grouss
Umellen fir meng Masterclass, Escobar
Féiss op Meets Stadium zu mengem Restaurant
Gebonnen vun Az op Dave Oste
Dir wësst meng Gedanken verréckt
Meng Enseignanten, si konnten mech net droen
Ech kennen e puer Haitianer an Dade County, krut Choppers zu Haiti
Si huet e Fluch an Kolumbien gebucht, huet hire Kierper amgaang.
Just fir et op tumblr ze posten, dëst ass de Summer op "Schäiss
Mir egal wat Dir kommt 'mat, mech an den Hit-Boy Runin' Schäiss (Runin '
Big Gold, Seilketten, awer si hunn elo iwwerschwemmt (jo; flodéiert elo)
Pull mat dem Geescht wéi e gehackte Haus (Haunted House)
Si kritt e grujeleg, Blutt op meng Hänn wéi Carrie
Vläicht duerch e Kierfecht ze goen fir ze kucken wou den Hip-Hop begruewen ass
Ech hu sot, et war dout, awer et huet säin Doud ausgesäit, wéi Mourianveelli
Dir gesitt Bréiwer a rout Splitter, kuckt wéi Zooss a Spaghetti
(Jo, prett?)
[Vers 3: Eminem]
EPMD, mir si zréck am Geschäft (wat?)
Livin 'an crampered Konditiounen, mir ginn Iech Munitioun
Ech stockéieren déi Regaler, hunn ech méi Muschelen wéi Taco Bell an ech sinn net
Ech hu kee l's (NOELS) wéi Chrëschtdag, Dir wëllt net d'Klauen maachen (Claus) eraus (Nah)
Du solls Iech selwer nennen (firwat?) 'Verursaache keng vun Iech real (Nah)
Net eng eenzeg (wéi wat?), Wéi eng Dollar Bill (jo)
Et ass wéi Är Bitch am Appellate Geriicht, si ass op enger Pill (Appel)
Mir hunn hir e Bindung kritt an hatt wäert
Ni bail op mech (Bail op mech), net emol Otata Jail (haha)
EPMD, mee ech, ech ginn keng Chills (ch-chill)
Just e Lota Skrill
D'Dame, mäi Pabeier sou verréckt, ech hunn just eng Mill 'aus der Fënster gewonnen
Vu mengem Handy op der Fuckin 'Freeway um Wee hei (jo)
Wéi Rudolph a seng Homies wann se de Schlitter zéien, jo
Dat ass vill Bucks fléien wann ech Makin 'et Reen hunn, léif
Gréng op mech awer keng Onkraut, verkierzt, just dës, Schatz
Eng Tasche voll Pillen, e puer sinn Tylenol 3s, prolly zwee oder dräi molly
Also e puer sinn e déi mech erënnert un de Rap Resumé
Mami, mäin Thema Song, mech a p
Ëmmer benotzt fir dat Schäiss ze spillen op de ganzen Dag
Also rufft mech w.e.g. "Big Daddy" (Papp)
Plus ech hunn d''Caine an de léien op mech (jo)
Mcs, ech iessen dech b-i-t-c-c-h wéi tortilla Chips
Mech, ech sinn fräi Schold, jo, Green ass op der Chia Pet (Woo)
Dëst ass d'Effekter vu mengem alen Noperschaft Misär Index
Aarmut bei senger Héichpunkt, OCD a PTSD Ech mengen
RIP. eraus an DMX, Steam, e an Nipsey
Ecstasy an Prënz Markie Dee, MF doom, ech hunn 50 iwwer Text getraff
Huet him gesot datt ech him gär hunn 'well ech net emol wëssen, wann ech him ni gesinn (nah)
Muer kéint Ären Doud sinn (bréngt dee Beat zréck)
Jo, an dëst Schäiss ass net fir de liichtschwaache
Verursaache de Braine iller trainéiert, Killer, Gefor, ofgeleet
An ech drénken all Dagquili (jo) ech eidel um Pabeier
Da waart bis op d'Säit fëllt (wat?)
Haat Speeder schued d'Stäerkt vun enger Péng Pille oder Tranq '
Ech bieden just fir den Dag wou ech fäeg sinn ze soen datt ech mat de Gréiss plazéiert sinn
A mengem Numm ass mat de Karen, an d'Wiesen an d'Jays
An d'Dren, an de Jo, an den Drakelen
An de j Dillas, Jadas, cool Js, an d'Ras
An Amazin 'wéi d'NAS ass, a lueft d'Gëtter vun dësem
Shout an de gëllenen Alter vun Hip-Hop an den Numm vun dësem Song ass
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, mir si zréck am Geschäft
Ech visualiséieren wat et ass, net, wat ass net
Mir am Mafia Dësch nieft der Kichen
Iesst michin Stären, zielen eng Millioun