lirik lagu symphony – epmd
erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p.
erick and parrish millenium ducats
hold me down, hold me down
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-ck you want?
remember me? you punk f-ggot crab mc
get your sh-t broke in half for f-ckin’ around with p
aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
hey you, look n-gg-, 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 tools
next up! yo i believe that’s me
yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony
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?
sucka duck, i do what i feel right now
when i spit the illest sh-t, cats be like, “wow!”
yo! i get looks when i’m in the place
that’s that n-gg-, 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. style
next up, yo i believe that’s me
yo get on the mic and rock the symphony
say h-llo to the devil danze’ll kick
whenever tragic hit, it’s e mo-pmd blastin’ sh-t
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 h-ll in midtown
and gunned down in traffic tell ’em what you sayin’
get the bozac before i tear your maggot -ss flat
boom, boom, they’re back
next up
yo i believe that’s me
fame! get on the mic for the symphony
for gettin’ the real, straight from b’ville
motherf-ckers 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
motherf-ck who know jump out a hugo
open up your back with a mac, uno, uno
ghettoville n-gg-, i break all laws
drink brews, curse out b-tches, and p-ss on walls
this rap game is a street game now, the game switched
rappers are gettin’ killed now with the same sh-t
i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ role model, kids don’t follow
’cause i’ma hit this b-tch 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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