[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]
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