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 it from my own garden
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 it from my own garden
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah)
So what ya sayin' niggas? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with 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
P is the second coming of God, something 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 (Give me some interest)
Give me some loan (Give me a home)
Get 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]
Dunn, I let it go for the family meetings and coated Miami
The wine bottles on Maggie extra large
Sign up for my master class, Escobar
Feed up and met Sadie, I'm at my restaurant
Clouded from hazy the daily, she know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dave County, got choppas in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazing
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 running shit
Big gold rope chains but they flooded now
Pull up with the ghost like a haunted house
She gettin' scary blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery and see where Hip Hop is buried
I said it was dead but it faked its death like it was Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Yeah, ready? EMPD, we're back in business
Living in cramp conditions, we'll give you ammunition
Got no shells? I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no elves like Christmas, you don't wanna make the Claus come out
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?)
Cause none of y'all are real, nah, not a single one
Like a dollar bill, it's like your bitch on the pellet
She's on the pill, we gotta bond and she'll
Never bail on me, not even outta jail
EPMD, homie, I gots no chills
Just a lot of skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mill' out the window
Of my mobile on the fucking freeway on the way here
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
It's a lot of bucks flyin', when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me, but no weed shorty, I just sneezed, darling
No pockets full of pills, sold my Tylenol
Three solids, for three molly
This summer eve which reminds me of rap summary
Mami, my theme song, me and Pete
Always use to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy"
Plus I got the cane and lean on me
It seems I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H-E-S like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free up to green like chias on chia pets
This is the effects of my old neighborhood
Misery index, poverty, it is people staling and PTSD
I guess, R.I.P. out to DMX, Jeez Louis and MC 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
Tomorrow could be a death
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
The brains of the train kill the danger
Derange and I drink all the ink on the blank paper
And wait 'til the page fill up on pinks
Full of shame for the strength of the pain, pour the drink
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say
That I'm place 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 Jakes and the Jade, it's Cool J
The rhymes are amazing, the schnazz is embracing the Gods
That shout out 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
Lugupidavalt ämber madalal nagu Erick ja parrh
Suletud Carcket Flow, kõik, mida sa niggas surevad
Nad ei anna sulle ühe roosi, kui saate selle lõhnata
Niisiis, ma valin selle oma aiast
Tahad minna minu aias nagu ristiisa
Grangids ja Rottweiler sai üle ploki trauma (jah)
Mis ya ütlevad niggas? Sul on Chill (Uh-Huh)
Thinkin "sa tõde tõesti sa ei reaal (EPMD!)
Tagasi tagasi aasta kõige raskem sitt (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Salm 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, me tagasi äri
Ei ole keegi meiega kuradi, tule oma meeli juurde
P on Jumala teine tulemine, midagi tunnistajaks
Tükk sitt lennata oma pea nagu Mike Pence, meie kaevikus
Ma olen hull, veel parem, ma olen märatsema
Minu inimesed ei saa isegi miinimumpalka saada
Fuck stiimul (anna mulle huvi)
Anna mulle laenu (anna mulle kodu)
Võta mulle see maa, et sa oled mulle võlgu, et saaksin rända
Nii et kui sa kaotad, Blaw, üks teie kuppel
Parimad soovid, Ghost 'em meeldib ta Tommy
Ei ole mures "bout midagi" põhjustada tabamust minu taga
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, me tagasi äri
Ma visualiseeriin, mis see on, mitte see, mis pole
Me oleme köögi kõrval maffia tabelis
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, County' miljoni
[Salm 2: NAS]
Dunn, ma lasen tal minna perekondlike kohtumiste ja kaetud Miami
Veinipudelid Maggie ekstra suur
Registreeru minu Master Class, Escobar
Sööda ja kohtus Sadie, ma olen minu restoranis
Hägune iga päev, ta teab, et mu mõtted saavad hulluks
Minu õpetajad Nad ei suutnud mind hinnata
Ma tean mõned haitilased Dave maakonnas, sai Haiti chone
Ta broneeris lend Colombiasse, tegi oma keha hämmastavaks
Lihtsalt selleks, et postitada see tumblr, see, et "kuradi suvel" sitt
Ma ei hooli sellest, mida sa tuled, mina ja hit-poiss töötab sitta
Big Gold Rope ahelad, kuid nad nüüd üleujutatud
Tõmmake kummitus nagu kummitab maja
Ta gettin "hirmutav verd minu käte nagu Carrie
Võib kõndida läbi kalmistu ja näha, kus hip hop on maetud
Ma ütlesin, et see oli surnud, kuid see võltsis surma nagu see oli machiavelli
Näete punast splasseri kirju näeb välja nagu spagetid kastmes
[Salm 3: Eminem]
Jah, valmis? EMPD, me oleme äri tagasi
Elavad krampide tingimustes, anname teile laskemoona
Ei saanud kestasid? Ma sain rohkem kestasid nagu Taco Bell ja ma ei ole Gon 'ebaõnnestunud
Ma ei saanud päkapikud nagu jõulud, sa ei taha Claus välja tulla
Y'all peaks helistama Santa (miks?)
Sest ükski Y'all on reaalsed, nah, mitte üksik
Nagu dollari arve, see on nagu teie emane pelletis
Ta on pillil, me peame võlakirja ja ta
Kunagi kautsjoni mind, isegi mitte vangi
EPMD, HOMIE, ma ei saanud külmavärinad
Lihtsalt palju skrilli
Daam, mu paber on nii hull, ma lihtsalt viskasin veski aknast välja
Minu mobiiltelefoni kuradi maanteel siin
Nagu Rudolph ja tema kodused, kui nad saaksid, jah
See on palju taala flyin ', kui ma olen vihma, kallis
Roheline mulle, kuid mitte umbrohi shorty, ma lihtsalt aevastasin, kallis
Pillid ei sisalda tablesid, mida müüakse mu tülenooli
Kolm tahket ainet, kolm molly
See suvi eelõhtul meenutab mulle rap commert
Mami, minu teema laul, mina ja pete
Kasutage alati, et mängida seda sitta kogu päeva korrata
Nii et palun helista mulle "Big Daddy"
Pluss ma sain suhkruroo ja lahja mind
Tundub, et ma olen söönud teid B-I-T-C-H-e-S nagu tortilla kiibid
Mina, ma olen vaba kuni roheline nagu Chias Chia Lemmikloomad
See on minu vana naabruskonna mõju
Viletsuse indeks, vaesus, see on inimeste staling ja ptsd
Ma arvan, r.i.p. välja DMX, Jeez Louis ja MC Ecstasy
Ja prints Markie Dee, MF Doom, ma tabasin 50 teksti kaudu
Ütles talle, et ma armastan teda, sest ma ei tea isegi, millal ma teda järgmisel näha
Homme võiks olla surm
Jah, ja see sitt ei ole nõrk
Rongi ajud tapavad ohtu
Ärevus ja ma juua kõik tindi tühja paberi
Ja oota 'til lehekülg täitma roosa
Täis häbi valu tugevuse eest, valage jook
Ma lihtsalt palvetan päeva pärast, kui ma saan öelda
Et ma panen suurte ja minu nimega kaanlaste ja Waynes ja Jays ja Dres ja Jah
Ja drakes ja Jakes ja Jade, see on lahe j
Rhymes on hämmastav, Schnazz on omaks haaratud jumalad
See hüüab hip-hopi kuldajastule ja selle laulu nime
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, me tagasi äri
Ma visualiseeriin, mis see on, mitte see, mis pole
Me oleme köögi kõrval maffia tabelis
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, County' miljoni