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[E] Peace to Chuck
[P] Chuck D
[E] Yeah, uhh
You re not tellin em huh? Yeah
[Erick Sermon]
They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
when I m supreme rap star, they all know me
E.D., when I flash the greens on TV
MC s be robbin me, of my technique
The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound
And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock
of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater
[Parrish Smith]
OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick
Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit
EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars
with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors
Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us
Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son)
The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox
Def Jam s off the meter yo, this shit is hot
Chorus: EPMD
[P] Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
[E] I m Erick Sermon
[P] and I m Parrish Smith
(repeat 2X)
[Erick Sermon]
Check it, now I m back with the flyest material
Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial
My mic s deadly, so I scratched off the serial
and stashed it, until I have to kill at will
Keep it movin, yes it s me in the flesh
it s no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions
Whatever, I m Smokin Joe when it comes to rap
I m a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I m good
[Parrish Smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Damn skippy I m tipsy, high like a hippie
Don t take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies
That s why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U
I-C-E so chill and bust the debut
In rare form the false alarm s the Mic Don s
back in effect, snap that neck, the P s gone
Chorus
[E] Never say never
[P] What? EPMD s back together
[E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater
[P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow)
[E] Watch us throw (throw)
[P] down with the other brothers toe to toe
[E] And if ya slow ya blow
[P] That s why we comin with the ammo
[E] Yo ten year veterans
[P] A thousand rap sessions
[E] Yeah the hard rockers
[P] The crowd shockers
[E] The head knockers
[P] Yeah EPMD s off the rockers
Chorus 2X
[E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah
[P] Dude whassup
[E] Yeah that was dope, word up
EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh...
Sample this shit, word up!

Darkchild, uh, uh
Keith Sweat, Da Brat
I like that
Who the one who put you on girl?
I m the one that put you on
Who the one who put you on girl?
I m the one that put you on, come on...

Feral children in the pouring rain
For every constellation she might navigate again
Each and ever line she might wear in time
Baptized by the rain and the euphoria of pain

Could kiss or punch, sober or drunk
Lifted way high or taken down deep
Into blue space where the rules change

Feral children know how to...

Daisy mi porta a spasso per la città
dove la guardia non guarda neanche
ognuno è appeso a un filo di libertà
essere grandi non serve a niente
da bambino io giocavo
nel finto campo di grano
daisy mille persone e pochi
secondi...

Tańczyli swój ostatni taniec
Już brak im było sił
Nikt z nich muzyki już nie słyszał
To dziwny taniec był

Niepewnych kroków coraz więcej
Przygasł dla nich blask
To ktoś pomyślał, że ta cisza
Nie może dłużej trwać

Nagle tłum zaśmiał się
Śmiechem złym
Każdy kto to...

You got wings on your fingers
In the middle of a battle
Is a little of the way you talk
And you shine
You got cobwebs on your halo
In the closet there are skeletons
Lined up ready to talk
And they shine...