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EPMD - Symphony 2000 lyrics
[pmd] yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it [e-dub] redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam [pmd] erick and parrish millenium ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*).. Uhh.. yo! I grab the mic and grip it hard like its my last time to shine I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want? Remember me?you punk faggot crab emcee Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools Next up! [e-dub] yo I believe thats me [pmd] yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony [erick sermon] Yo p! Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot E hustle, and muscle my way in Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it Then leave them like -- who done it? Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "wow!" Yo! i get looks when Im in the place Thats that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarface Uhh, +it aint my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet Ill blow trial Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style Next up! [red] yo yo its funk d.o.c. [e-dub] yo, youre on the mic to rock the symphony [redman] Hehahhh! yo yo Did you ever think you would catch a cap? Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? Yo did you ever think you would get robbed At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? Its funk doc, you know my name hoe My style dirty underground, or ukraine po When it hits you, pain pumps kool-aid, through the vein and shit Snatch the trap then I dash like damon did Doc, walk _thin red lines_ to shell shock Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops Hydro?got more bags than bellhops Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture Papichu, slayin crews in icu Battlin, usin hockey rules For keith murray, doc gon cock these tools Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool! I "just do it" like nike, outta bama With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! Yo next up [meth] its the g-o-d [red] yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony [method] Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo jewels Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _hardcore_! to make them brothers act fool Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff* Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff* Feelin like the mack inside a cadillac seville *screech* Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro! The sky is fallin - geronimo! I feel my high comin down.. lookout below! Aiyyo! dead that roach clip and spark another Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like parker brothers I rock for the low-class, from locash The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash Yeah yeah, the God on your block like godzilla Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy ima kill her John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban Wu-tang clan, numba won! In the whole nine, I hold mine Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff! Fuck them a.k.a., for now its just meth Thats it, thats all, solo, single no more no less [all] next up! [lady] I believe thats me [all] bastard! [pmd] get on the mic and rock the symphony [lady luck] Mrs. stop drop and roll, rocks top the told Hot, even though dames is froze Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes Yall better change your flows, hear how luck spittin? Stay drunk-pissed in the s-type, stay whippin *screech* When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin Its written, we in the game but ball different Point game like jordan, yall play the role of pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin Man listen, stop your cryin and your bitchin Like e and ps last cd, youre out of business |
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