EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD) - Nas/Eminem.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Chauncey Hollis Jr./Erick Sermon/Marshall B Mathers III/Nas/Parrish J. Smith
[00:02.110]Respectfully
[00:08.747]Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
[00:10.800]Closed casket flow, all you n1ggas get deaded
[00:13.372]They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
[00:15.744]So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
[00:17.409]Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
[00:19.739]Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
[00:22.583]So what you sayin', n1gga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
[00:25.019]Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
[00:27.581]Back to back with it, the hardest sx1t of the year
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[00:29.978](Nasir Jones, remix)
[00:30.797]EPMD, we back in business
[00:32.718]Ain't nobody fvxkin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
[00:35.024]P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
[00:37.480]Piece of sx1t, fly on your head like Mike Pence's
[00:40.215]We in the trenches
[00:41.039]I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
[00:43.803]My people can't even get minimum wage
[00:46.192]Fvxk a stimulus (Uh)
[00:47.303]Give me some interest (Uh)
[00:48.572]Give me a loan (Oh)
[00:49.647]Give me a home
[00:50.782]Give me that land you owe me, so I can roam
[00:53.476]So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
[00:56.026]Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
[00:58.548]Ain't worried 'bout nothin' 'cause Hit Squad behind me
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[01:01.197]EPMD, we back in business
[01:03.052]I visualize what it is, not what is isn't
[01:05.444]We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
[01:08.035]Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
[01:10.679]Dun!
[01:11.275]I let it go for the family, meeting's at Cote in Miami, them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
[01:16.252]Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
[01:18.625]Feet up at Mets Stadium, at my restaurant
[01:21.063]Tied in from AZ to Dave East, you know my thoughts get crazy
[01:23.976]My teachers, they couldn't grade me, I know some Haitians in Dade County
[01:26.810]Got choppers in Haiti, she booked a flight to Colombia
[01:29.036]Made her body amazin', just to post it on Tumblr
[01:31.766]This that "fvxk up the summer" sx1t, I don't care what you comin' with
[01:34.262]Me and Hit-Boy, runnin' sx1t (Runnin' sx1t)
[01:36.418]Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah, flooded now)
[01:38.753]PulI up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house)
[01:41.007]She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
[01:43.200]Might walk through a cemetery and see where hip-hop is buried
[01:45.716]I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
[01:48.276]You see letters in red splatter, looks like sauce and spaghetti
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[01:50.736](Yeah, ready?)
[01:51.404]EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
[01:53.508]Livin' in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition
[01:56.023]I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
[01:58.351]I got no L's like Christmas
[01:59.534]You don't wanna make the claws come out (Nah)
[02:00.799]Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?)
[02:01.997]'Cause none of y'all are real (Nah)
[02:03.062]Nah, not a single one (Like what?)
[02:04.228]Like a dollar bill
[02:05.736]Just like your b1xch in appellate court
[02:07.044]She's on a pill
[02:08.209]We got her bond and she'll
[02:09.391]Never bail on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha, jail)
[02:12.568]EPMD, but me, I gots no chill (Ch-chill)
[02:14.363]Just a lotta skrill
[02:15.663]Lady, my paper's so crazy
[02:17.101]I just tossed a mil' out the window of my mobile on the fvxkin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
[02:21.048]Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
[02:23.814]That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
[02:26.134]Green on me but no weed shorty, just these, darling
[02:28.837]A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
[02:32.059]So some are E, which reminds me of "Rap Summary"
[02:35.002]Mami, my theme song, me and P
[02:36.594]Always used to play that sx1t on repeat all day, so please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
[02:40.486]Plus I got the Kane and "Lean On Me" (Yeah)
[02:42.220]MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips, me, I'm free of debt, yeah green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
[02:47.289]This is the effects of my whole neighborhood, misery index, poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess
[02:51.991]R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey, Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee
[02:54.888]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 (Nah)
[02:59.805]Tomorrow could be a death (Bring that beat back)
[03:01.083]Yeah, and this sx1t ain't for the faint
[03:03.024]'Cause the brain's illa trained killer, danger, deranged, and I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah), I blank on the paper
[03:06.981]Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?), hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq', I just pray for the day when I'm able to say
[03:11.999]That l'm placed with the greats, and my name's with the Kane's, and the Wayne's, and the Jay's, and the Dre's, and the Ye's, and the Drake's, and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
[03:17.698]And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this, shout to the golden age of hip-hop, and the name of this song is
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[03:22.845]EPMD, we back in business
[03:24.672]I visualize what it is, not what is isn't
[03:27.207]We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
[03:29.705]Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million