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Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me downYo, 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 fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, 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 jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap toolsNext up! Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the SymphonyYo 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?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
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. styleNext up, yo I believe that's me
Yo get on the mic and rock the SymphonySay hello to the devil Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train 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
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 ass flat
Boom, boom, they're backNext up
Yo I believe that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the SymphonyFor gettin' the real, straight from B'Ville
Motherfuckers 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 kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a hugo
Open up your back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on wallsThis rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin' killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' role model, kids don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to raise up 5 O in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first family will come kill you with the heaters
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EPMD is an American hip-hop music group from Brentwood, New York, active from 1987 to 1999, reuniting in 2006; one of the prominent acts in East coast hip hop. The group's name is an acronym for "Erick and Parrish Making Dollars", referencing its members: rappers Erick Sermon ("E Double") and Parrish Smith ("PMD"). Diamond J, DJ K La Boss, and later DJ Scratch were DJs for the group. The duo split by January of 1993, under controversial circumstances. According to interviews in The Source and Rap Pages, in late 1991, Smith’s house was burgled by armed intruders.

Read more about EPMD on Last.fm.


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