Look at U Now

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Yo 2003, dangerous Check the arrangement, no half steppin' Big D, king shit The remarkable, the things I do ingenious E, underground rhyme extremist I live by the rhyme, ain't nothin' gon' change My style should be hall of fame, P's the same So, check, check, check out my melody Keep it hardcore, forget what they tellin' me [PMD] Ayo nothin' but roughness when we step in Niggas be like, "Who let the dogs out?" like the Baha Men Steppin' through with a pair of Timbs Fresh out the wide body Benz with no friends With PJ and Cody my next of kin It's no other Them cats we Strong Island brothas You get smothered EPMD, New York undercover Shit ain't hot, it's blue flame We used to the name EPMD straight raised in the game [Chorus] Look at you now Used to be the man and shit Look at you now You ain't nothin' without the hit Look at you now Yeah no more cash to spend Look at you now Look around, where's your friends? Look at you now Used to front hard in ya rhyme Look at you now Ha ha you lost ya shine Look at you now What happened to all your fame? Look at you now Now nobody knows your name [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Ayo, hits you're a one off Claim to bust a gun off When your aura is soft like a thousand pillows And the confidence you got is real low So I'ma blow for the both of us like so By non-stoppin', sure shockin', body rockin' ya mind Hip hoppin', style droppin', fuck the law got Cochran My bank is decent, it kill your account, grim reap it P [PMD] E, dude I be nice with the mic when I groove Six for six in the Seven with nothin' to prove So from the G4 to the backstage door to the stage floor To in-stores to signing We Mean Business in your record store Hit Squad Def Squad You know the logo Das EFX, Keith, K-Solo to Reggie Noble We too clever O.G.'s from the golden era With lyrical terror, EPMD rock they own era [Chorus] [Verse 3: Erick Sermon] You say you're a thorough cat, I don't believe you I come to your hood with P and breeze through And take your accessories, and borrow that All that's rented, your car? Bring it back Cause you're about to fold, and the game's the blanket Your song sucks, and that's how I rank it The G-R-E-E-N E-Y-E-D the Bandit Yo P make 'em understand it [PMD] Cats tryin' to stop EPMD but they can't Spittin' rhymin' chant The whole quotes blowin' out fuses and amps In 2001, niggas odds are 20 to 1 Droppin' street slang like "What up god? It's gully and dunn." The [?] free like the style we spit Bars we kick Ran through 20 trucks and whips We built for this shit Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith Gorilla monster, sasquatch smashin' ya clique [Chorus]