Nas - EPMD lyrics

[Intro] Hit-Boy [Chorus] E.P.M.D., we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million [Verse 1] Look, hood theories Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series Gotti ran every union in the city N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leadin' like Huey Newton did ni**a, that's how official the revolution is Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in Don't be surprised when ni**as show you they true intent Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack Social media platforms they rattin' on Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone Who said we couldn't get cash as long last this long? Platinum cars with our ratchets on Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on [Chorus] E.P.M.D., we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh!) [Verse 2] Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though Condos in different time zones (Time zones) Way before y'all was double cuppin' the styrofoam Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (Yeah) Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah) Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse You know my thoughts get crazy, think about sh*t from the '80s Buggin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies Killin' ni**as for sneakers, had to skate through the envy Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi') If I sell my masters I need a trilli' (Need a trilli') It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it) And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies [Chorus] E.P.M.D., we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million [Outro] Mob sh*t (Mob sh*t, mob sh*t) Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate) You couldn't even calculate this sh*t Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Insurmountable sh*t Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Uh (Uh) it's too serious (It's too serious)