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[Erick Sermon:] |
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Yeahhhh! |
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Uhh, yeah |
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Yeh, feel me! |
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[Chorus 1: EPMD] |
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When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot |
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The E-R-I-C-K is my name I spell |
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I'm the capital P, capital M |
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The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker |
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[Erick Sermon:] |
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Uhh, you are now tuned in to a hip-hop movie |
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Starrin two MC's, featurin E |
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P-M-D, b-boys in the house |
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New York rappers, they play me in the South |
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So I don't have to do them, I'm a do me |
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Rock on to the break of dawn |
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Like PM Dawn, I get reckless, when I'm on beats |
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I show my true {Colors} when I'm in the streets |
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[Parrish Smith:] |
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Yeah we step through militant, rain snow or sleet |
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Approach with caution when you see me on the street |
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(Who is that? HIT SQUAD) is comin with the heat |
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The black sniper rifle lift you off your feet |
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Your head neck and arm be on the concrete |
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I'm on some Murdoch, I'm comin for you, so don't sleep |
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Or wake up with'cha wig split open like watermelon |
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There's no tellin, when you runnin with them known felons |
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[Chorus 2: Parrish Smith] |
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When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot |
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{\"Who rock the spot? \"} P {\"Who rock the spot? \"} P |
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I'm the capital P, capital M |
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The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker |
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[Chorus 1] |
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[Parrish Smith:] |
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EPMD has been gone for a minute, time to jump back in it |
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And dot the I's and check the period at the end of the sentence |
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Discipline, meditation, repentance, gave us clearance |
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In the re-entrance like a futuristic extension |
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Need I mention our catalogue and what I'm benchin |
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When our name comes up yo there's always tension |
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Don't get hit with the lyrical lynchin |
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Get at you at the park like in \"Baby Boy\" don't let me catch you flinchin |
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E |
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[Erick Sermon:] |
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Sometimes you can see me in the cipher |
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I'm a star now, like a Mekhi Phifer |
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Live from the N.Y. state, it's the great, Dub |
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That nigga from '88, whassup? |
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Peace to Roger, Zapp in the background |
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I got the mac no need to back down |
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Wake up niggaz, EP is back 'round |
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You my son, I'm a call you Shaq now |
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[Chorus 2] |
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[Chorus 1] |
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[Erick Sermon:] |
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Yeah~! Newsflash, just in for rap |
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What? East and West is back on the map |
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What? Bassline, hard kicks with the clap |
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You can walk it out but do it the other way |
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Gangsta NIAHHH, somethin Dub C would say |
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Fuck what they say, this what we play |
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Out the gate, we come with the 8-ball |
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From the great, game over, rack 'em |
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P |
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[Parrish Smith:] |
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Yo this goes out to the triple OD O.G.'s |
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Since \"Strictly Biz\" I've been a chief rocker with E |
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(Yo who's he?) A real b-boy MC |
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You want the recipe? You gotta see me |
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P, you heard the name now we in the flesh to see |
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Return like O from \"The Wire, \" hitman for hire |
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Blow the dice and roll 'em, 4-5-6 |
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Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, we on fire! |
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[Chorus 2] |
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[Chorus 1] |
