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
S poštovanjem, kanta na niskom poput Ericka i Parrish
Zatvoreni kovčeg teče, sve vas crncima
Ne daju vam jednu ružu dok ga možete namirisati
Dakle, pokupim ga iz vlastitog vrta
Želiš izaći u moj vrt kao kum
Unuci i rottweiler dobili preko blok traume (yeah)
Pa što ya kažete niggas? Ohladi se (Uh-huh)
ThisIn 'ti istinu stvarno ne stvarno (EPMD!)
Natrag s najtežim sranjem godine (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Stih 1: PMD & Erick Propovijed]
EPMD, vraćamo se u poslovanju
Nitko ne jebeno s nama, dođi u tvoja osjetila
P je drugi dolazak Boga, nešto za svjedočenje
Komad sranja letjeti na glavi poput Mike Pencije, mi u rovovima
Mađa sam, još bolje, ja sam na divljanju
Moji ljudi ne mogu ni dobiti minimalnu plaću
Zajebavati poticaj (daj mi nešto)
Daj mi neki zajam (daj mi dom)
Dovedi mi tu zemlju da mi dugujem tako da mogu lutati
Dakle, kad prevrnuš, Blaw, jedan u kupoli
Najbolje želje, duh ih kao Tommy
Nije zabrinut 'bout ništa' uzrokuje hit squad iza mene
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, vraćamo se u poslovanju
Vizualiziram što je to, a ne ono što nije
Mi u tablici mafije pored kuhinje
Jedite 'Michelinove zvijezde, odbrojajte milijun
[Stih 2: NAS]
Dunn, pustio sam ga za obiteljske sastanke i obloženi Miami
Boce vina na Maggie ekstra veliki
Prijavite se za moju majstorsku klasu, escobar
Naželite se i upoznali Sadie, u svom restoranu
Zamagljena iz maglovitog dnevnog dana, zna da moje misli polude
Moji učitelji nisu me mogli ocijeniti
Znam da su neki Haitijanci u Dave okrug, dobili Choppas na Haitiju
Rezervirala je let u Kolumbiju, učinila je njezino tijelo nevjerojatno
Samo da ga postavite na tumblr, ovo je "zajebavati ljeto" sranje
Nije me briga što dolaziš, ja i hit-dječak trčanje
Veliki zlatni lanci užeta, ali sada su preplavili
Povucite duh kao uklet kuću
Ona dobiva zastrašujuću krv na rukama poput Carrie
Može hodati kroz groblje i vidjeti gdje je pokopan hip hop
Rekao sam da je mrtav, ali je lažirao njezinu smrt kao da je bio Machiavelli
Vidite slova u crvenom prskanja izgleda kao umak na špagetima
[Stih 3: Eminem]
Da, spreman? EMPD, vratili smo se u poslovanje
Živjeti u uvjetima grčeva, pružit ćemo vam streljivo
Nema školjki? Imam više školjki poput taco Bell i nisam gon
Nisam dobio vilenjaka poput Božića, ne želiš napraviti clausa
Trebali bi se nazvati santama (zašto?)
Jer nitko od vas nije stvaran, nah, a ne jedan jedan
Poput novčanice za dolar, to je kao tvoja kuja na peletu
Ona je na piluli, moramo se obvezati i ona će
Nikada ne jamči me, čak ni zatvor
EPMD, Homie, nemam zimice
Samo punokr
Dama, moj papir je tako lud, samo sam bacio mlin 'iz prozora
Moj mobitel na jebenoj autocesti na putu ovdje
Poput Rudolfa i njegovih homies kad vuku saonice, da
Mnogo je novca koji leti, kad mi je kiša, draga
Zeleno na mene, ali bez korova, samo sam kihao, draga
Nema džepova punih tableta, prodao moj tylenol
Tri krutine, za tri molly
Ovo ljetove koje me podsjeća na sažetak RAP-a
Mami, moja tema pjesma, ja i Pete
Uvijek koristite za reprodukciju tog sranja na ponovite cijeli dan
Molim vas, nazovite me "veliki tata"
Plus sam dobio trsku i naslonjen na mene
Čini se da jedem vas B-I-T-C-H-E-s kao tortilla čips
Ja, oslobodim se zelenom kao što je Chias na Chia Kućni ljubimci
To su učinci moje starog susjedstva
Indeks bijede, siromaštvo, to je ljudi koji staling i PTSP
Pretpostavljam, r.i.p. na DMX, Jeez Louis i MC Ecstasy
I princ Markie Dee, MF Doom, pogodio sam 50 putem teksta
Rekao mu je da ga volim jer ne znam čak ni kad ga vidim
Sutra može biti smrt
Da, i ovo sranje nije za nesvjesno
Mozgovi vlaka ubijaju opasnost
Derange i ja piti svu tintu na praznom papiru
I pričekajte da se stranica ne popuni na ružičaste
Pun sramote za snagu boli, ulijte piće
Samo se molim za dan kada mogu reći
Da sam mjesto s velikim i mojim imenom s Kanama i Waynes i Jays i DRS i DA
I Drikes i Jakes i Jade, to je cool J
Rime su nevjerojatne, SchNazz prihvaća bogove
Koji viče u zlatno doba hip hopa i ime ove pjesme
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, vraćamo se u poslovanju
Vizualiziram što je to, a ne ono što nije
Mi u tablici mafije pored kuhinje
Jedite 'Michelinove zvijezde, odbrojajte milijun