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
恭敬地，像埃里克和巴里什一样低的桶
封闭的棺材流动，所有你的黑鬼都陷入困境
当你闻到它时，他们不会给你一个玫瑰
所以，我从自己的花园里挑选出来
想在我的花园里像教父一样出去
孙子和罗威纳河越过街区创伤（是的）
那么ya sayin'niggas是什么？你可以冷静下来（uh-huh）
想念你真的真的不是真实的（EPMD！）
回到最后一年中最难的狗屎（Nasir Jones，Remix）
[第1节：PMD＆Erick Sermon]
EPMD，我们回到了商业
不是没有人他妈的和我们在一起，来到你的感官
p是上帝的第二个来到目的的东西
一块狗屎像Mike Plent的脑袋一样飞，我们在战壕里
我疯了，更好，我正在横冲直撞
我的人民甚至无法获得最低工资
他妈的刺激（给我一些兴趣）
给我一些贷款（给我一个家）
让我欠我的土地，所以我可以漫游
所以当你侵犯，blaow，一个在你的圆顶
祝福，幽灵'喜欢他汤米
不担心“任何事情”导致我身后的队
[合唱：NAS]
EPMD，我们回到了商业
我想象出它是什么，而不是不是什么
我们在厨房旁边的黑手党桌旁
伊顿米其林明星，countin'一百万
[第2节：NAS]
邓恩，我让它去家庭会议和涂层迈阿密
Maggie的葡萄酒瓶超大
注册我的主课程，Escobar
喂养并遇见萨迪，我在我的餐厅
从日常朦胧地蒙上阴影，她知道我的想法变得疯狂
我的老师他们不能同学们
我知道戴夫县的一些海地人，在海地有快乐
她预订了飞往哥伦比亚的航班，让她的身体惊人
只是为了把它发布在tumblr上，这就是“他妈的夏天”的狗屎
我不在乎你和我和击中男孩跑步狗屎
大金绳链，但他们现在淹没了
像一个鬼屋一样地拉起幽灵
她像嘉莉一样在手上肉体血液
可能会穿过墓地，看看嘻哈被埋葬在哪里
我说这已经死了，但它像马拉亚维利一样伪装成死亡
你看到红色的泼溅物的信件看起来像在意大利面的酱汁
[第3节：Eminem]
是的，准备好了吗？ EMPD，我们回到了商业
生活在痉挛状态，我们会给你弹药
没有贝壳？我有更多的炮弹，如taco bell，我不会失败
我没有像圣诞节那样精灵，你不想让克劳斯出来
你们应该打电话给你自己的圣诞老人（为什么？）
因为你们都不是真实的，不是一个单一的
就像一美元的钞票一样，它就像你在颗粒上的婊子
她在药丸上，我们必须债券和她会
永远不要留在我身上，甚至不是外出监狱
epmd，homie，我没有寒意
只是很多skrill
女士，我的论文太疯狂了，我只是扔了一个磨坊的窗外
我在他妈的高速公路上的手机在这里
就像鲁道夫和他的家园一样，当他们拉着雪橇时，是的
这是很多钱飞行'，当我雨的时候，亲爱的
在我身上，但没有杂草短缺，我只是打喷嚏，亲爱的
没有袋子袋，卖掉了我的泰诺
三个固体，三米利
这个夏天夏娃让我想起了说唱摘要
妈咪，我的主题歌，我和皮特
始终用来在整天重复时玩耍
所以请叫我“大爸爸”
另外，我得到了手杖，依靠我
似乎我吃了'你是B-I-T-C-H-E-S喜欢玉米片
我，我很自由到奇亚宠物上的奇瑞斯
这是我旧社区的影响
苦难指数，贫穷，它是人们竞技和应候无限
我猜，r.i.p.向DMX，Jeez Louis和MC Ecstasy出发
和Marie Prince Marie Dee，MF Doom，我通过文字打了50
告诉他我爱他'因为我甚至不知道我什么时候见到他
明天可能是死亡
是的，这个狗屎不是为了微弱
火车的大脑杀死了危险
derange和我喝空白纸上的所有墨水
等待'直到页面填满粉红色
充满羞耻的痛苦，倒了饮料
我只是在我能说的那一天祈祷
我在伟大的伟大和我的名字和山羊和船头和杰伊和斯特雷斯的地方
和德拉斯和杰克和玉器，它很酷J.
烟草令人惊叹，斯卡尼斯正在拥抱众神
这喊出了嘻哈的黄金时代，这首歌的名字是 -
[合唱：NAS]
EPMD，我们回到了商业
我想象出它是什么，而不是不是什么
我们在厨房旁边的黑手党桌旁
伊顿米其林明星，countin'一百万