| Song | Dungeon Master |
| Artist | EPMD |
| Artist | Nocturnal |
| Album | Back In Business |
| 作曲 : Erick Sermon/P. Smith | |
| Intro: Yeah, | |
| EPMD, yeah, | |
| Nocturnal (Nocturnal cats). | |
| A-yo check it. | |
| Nocturnal: | |
| Yo Dungeon | |
| Master, time to draw let's see who's faster | |
| Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster | |
| You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law | |
| Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision | |
| Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind | |
| Feild, take you way down, underground the | |
| Earth's surface | |
| A 100 leeks, flatline ? | |
| Erick Sermon: | |
| E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner | |
| My jawa past willie, | |
| I'm higher than marajuana | |
| My styles foreign, look at me as a | |
| Guinesse, | |
| Vietnemes | |
| A lad overseas, clockin' major | |
| G's I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle | |
| In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal | |
| And if I let off and he gets hit | |
| And if you miss him, go home and light a candle | |
| Hook: Yo with cyphers our tradition, then | |
| I'm a spill when | |
| I'm spittin' | |
| This vocal ammunition (X2) | |
| Nocturnal: | |
| Yo I spit ferroshis, here's another dosage | |
| I'll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus | |
| On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual | |
| Form, liver than your black college dorm | |
| Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on | |
| You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some cotoroto | |
| Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot | |
| Drink lots like | |
| Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked | |
| It's hotter than lava rocks, | |
| I'm gainin interest like when | |
| LL said "Box" | |
| And Crush | |
| Groove, I freak the ill power move | |
| Kid I"m on fire, flippin' on MC's like David Banner Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce Cat's is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher Have your crew sayin' " | |
| We should of taped son" Mavrick, Top Gun, shootin' missles I prefer 40's over Cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark Rougher than Tim's at Galheart, check my street smarts Plus credentials, microphones as untencils Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me EPMD and Nocturnal in your ****in' ? Hook (X4) Outro: Yeah yeah Nocturnal son. Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what's up, you know what's up. You know what I'm saying. This is how we do. Reppin' for the crew. Jersey ****in' too. Hell yeah, hell yeah |
| zuò qǔ : Erick Sermon P. Smith | |
| Intro: Yeah, | |
| EPMD, yeah, | |
| Nocturnal Nocturnal cats. | |
| Ayo check it. | |
| Nocturnal: | |
| Yo Dungeon | |
| Master, time to draw let' s see who' s faster | |
| Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster | |
| You slow with yours yours had to reach for the guard at the law | |
| Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision | |
| Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind | |
| Feild, take you way down, underground the | |
| Earth' s surface | |
| A 100 leeks, flatline ? | |
| Erick Sermon: | |
| E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner | |
| My jawa past willie, | |
| I' m higher than marajuana | |
| My styles foreign, look at me as a | |
| Guinesse, | |
| Vietnemes | |
| A lad overseas, clockin' major | |
| G' s I tote 3 50' s, 7' s with the wooden handle | |
| In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal | |
| And if I let off and he gets hit | |
| And if you miss him, go home and light a candle | |
| Hook: Yo with cyphers our tradition, then | |
| I' m a spill when | |
| I' m spittin' | |
| This vocal ammunition X2 | |
| Nocturnal: | |
| Yo I spit ferroshis, here' s another dosage | |
| I' ll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus | |
| On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual | |
| Form, liver than your black college dorm | |
| Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on | |
| You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some cotoroto | |
| Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot | |
| Drink lots like | |
| Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked | |
| It' s hotter than lava rocks, | |
| I' m gainin interest like when | |
| LL said " Box" | |
| And Crush | |
| Groove, I freak the ill power move | |
| Kid I" m on fire, flippin' on MC' s like David Banner Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce Cat' s is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher Have your crew sayin' " | |
| We should of taped son" Mavrick, Top Gun, shootin' missles I prefer 40' s over Cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a TRex, at Jurassic Park Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark Rougher than Tim' s at Galheart, check my street smarts Plus credentials, microphones as untencils Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me EPMD and Nocturnal in your in' ? Hook X4 Outro: Yeah yeah Nocturnal son. Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what' s up, you know what' s up. You know what I' m saying. This is how we do. Reppin' for the crew. Jersey in' too. Hell yeah, hell yeah |