Epmd - Symphony lyrics

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Epmd - Symphony lyrics

[parrish smith] Huh, erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p. Erick and parrish millenium ducats Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*... [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 it's 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 f** you want? Remember me? you punk f*ggot crab emcee Get your sh** broke in half for f**in around with p Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo Hey you, look n***a, 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 j**el We keeps cool, no need for static, i strap tools [m.o.p] next up! [e-dub] yo i believe that's 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? s**a duck, i do what i feel right now When i spit the illest sh**, cats be like, "wow!" Yo! i get looks when i'm in the place That's that n***a, makin you +smile+ with scarface Uhh, +it ain't 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 i'll blow trial Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style [m.o.p. & es] next up! [billy danze] yo i believe that's me [ericksermon] yo (danze) get on the mic and rock the symphony [billy danze] Say hello to the devil danze'll kick Whenever tragic hit, it's (e)(mo-pmd) blastin sh** Put in work in this cold game Soldier *echoes* i use work as code name Told ya, line em up its soul train (b-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) and i give em the whole thing My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad sh**) I'm donatin a casket We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic (tell em what you sayin) get the bozac Before i tear your maggot a** flat (boom boom) they're back [m.o.p.] next up! [l fame] yo i believe that's me [bdanze] (fame!) get on the mic for the symphony [lil' fame] For gettin the real, straight from b'ville Motherf**ers don't like fame cause i'm not cream filled I feel what i speak so i speak what i feel Sleep and i will, reap and i k** Motherf** (who know) jump out a hugo Open up your back with a mac, uno uno Ghettoville n***a, i break all laws Drink brews, curse out b**hes, and piss on walls This rap game is a street game now, the game switched Rappers are gettin k**ed now with the same sh** I ain't no motherf**in role model, kids don't follow Cause i'ma hit this b**h full throttle The type to raise up 5-0 in your lobby Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us Or the first family will come k** you with the heaters Blah *echoes*