| Song | Never Defeat 'Em |
| Artist | EPMD |
| Album | We Mean Business |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Erick Sermon/Parrish Smith/Clifford Smith/Katsuhiro Honda | |
| 作曲 : Erick Sermon/Parrish Smith/Clifford Smith/Katsuhiro Honda | |
| [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] | |
| Yes! Yes | |
| Aiyyo.. how do you play it, James Brown'll say it | |
| P and I'll relay it, DJ'sll DJ it | |
| I must go hard, then take charge | |
| Illmatic MC Dub I'm like Nas | |
| Own a couple of cars parked in my garage | |
| A crew less than chicks, I call them DeBarge | |
| I can't be defeated, nope, the judge is in now | |
| Y'all can be seated, all lames can beat it | |
| I know there's a few who thought we might lose | |
| Resurrect, like Pete Rock to C.L. Smooth | |
| News - there's no gettin around this homey | |
| P and I's a brand name we in your house like Sony | |
| Long Island's best, yes we got a few of them | |
| Rakim, P.E., ain't no doin them | |
| Rocked Apollo, and there's no booing them | |
| Money up front ain't nobody screwing them | |
| [Hook] | |
| What you say, what you say now | |
| So what you say, what you say now | |
| What you say, what you say now | |
| So what you say, what you say now | |
| Yup - what you say, what you say now | |
| Yeah.. with the heat | |
| Method Man | |
| [Verse 2: Method Man] | |
| Yo, nuttin to lose cause I got nuttin to prove, I'm rugged | |
| Who be like **** it if I fart in my shoes, you love it | |
| I'm cold (brrr) trust it ain't really no room to discuss it | |
| Leave niggas disgusted I shit on they life and flush it | |
| Not only make that green but puff it, easy come easy does it | |
| You bring the dutches, I'll "Bring Da Ruckus" (wrong one to **** wit) | |
| I ain't no puppet, ain't no pullin my strings to public | |
| It's he the rugged, y'all ain't bustin them things, so bust it | |
| I'm at my rawest when you give me a stage and a cordless | |
| I can't call it, eat my shit leave stains in the toilet | |
| The Staten Island nigga chewin ya ears | |
| Cause y'all don't do it like we doin it here, and that's clear | |
| This Cash Money, dates back to crack money | |
| And crash dummy corny-ass raps don't get no dap from me | |
| My dudes is hungry like they animal son | |
| And eat MC's like a cannibal, ONE | |
| [Hook] | |
| [E-Dub] + (Meth) | |
| Yup | |
| PMD | |
| (This is dedicated to e'rybody ain't think I had it in me) | |
| (Knahmsayin?) Word (Talkin 'bout they ain't feelin me) | |
| (**** you I ain't feelin you!) | |
| [Parrish Smith] | |
| The bad guy always win cause he prey on the weak | |
| In the band, church, schoolyard and street | |
| That's why the P stay A-L-E-R-T | |
| With the A-R-1-0 sittin right next to me | |
| One of the tag team champs, share the belt with E | |
| Mess with us get disposed of properly | |
| Ain't no one stoppin me, P's prophecy | |
| Was to recollide with the Bandit, EPMD | |
| Cause we got a passion for the mic like +A Passion For Christ+ | |
| We got a passion for life, trunk jewels, chrome and dice | |
| But no snake eyes, or we break guys and then break fly | |
| Leave the Lakeside on a time-out like take five | |
| Expect the blessin or yo you'll be gone quick | |
| You wanna talk crazy wreckless, you wanna talk slick? | |
| You can't control your anger homey so you lost it | |
| Now the Squadron comin through - so what'chu want kid~? | |
| [Hook] | |
| [E-Dub] | |
| Nuttin but heat huh, yup | |
| It's all over | |
| See-ya! |
| zuo ci : Erick Sermon Parrish Smith Clifford Smith Katsuhiro Honda | |
| zuo qu : Erick Sermon Parrish Smith Clifford Smith Katsuhiro Honda | |
| Verse 1: Erick Sermon | |
| Yes! Yes | |
| Aiyyo.. how do you play it, James Brown' ll say it | |
| P and I' ll relay it, DJ' sll DJ it | |
| I must go hard, then take charge | |
| Illmatic MC Dub I' m like Nas | |
| Own a couple of cars parked in my garage | |
| A crew less than chicks, I call them DeBarge | |
| I can' t be defeated, nope, the judge is in now | |
| Y' all can be seated, all lames can beat it | |
| I know there' s a few who thought we might lose | |
| Resurrect, like Pete Rock to C. L. Smooth | |
| News there' s no gettin around this homey | |
| P and I' s a brand name we in your house like Sony | |
| Long Island' s best, yes we got a few of them | |
| Rakim, P. E., ain' t no doin them | |
| Rocked Apollo, and there' s no booing them | |
| Money up front ain' t nobody screwing them | |
| Hook | |
| What you say, what you say now | |
| So what you say, what you say now | |
| What you say, what you say now | |
| So what you say, what you say now | |
| Yup what you say, what you say now | |
| Yeah.. with the heat | |
| Method Man | |
| Verse 2: Method Man | |
| Yo, nuttin to lose cause I got nuttin to prove, I' m rugged | |
| Who be like it if I fart in my shoes, you love it | |
| I' m cold brrr trust it ain' t really no room to discuss it | |
| Leave niggas disgusted I shit on they life and flush it | |
| Not only make that green but puff it, easy come easy does it | |
| You bring the dutches, I' ll " Bring Da Ruckus" wrong one to wit | |
| I ain' t no puppet, ain' t no pullin my strings to public | |
| It' s he the rugged, y' all ain' t bustin them things, so bust it | |
| I' m at my rawest when you give me a stage and a cordless | |
| I can' t call it, eat my shit leave stains in the toilet | |
| The Staten Island nigga chewin ya ears | |
| Cause y' all don' t do it like we doin it here, and that' s clear | |
| This Cash Money, dates back to crack money | |
| And crash dummy cornyass raps don' t get no dap from me | |
| My dudes is hungry like they animal son | |
| And eat MC' s like a cannibal, ONE | |
| Hook | |
| EDub Meth | |
| Yup | |
| PMD | |
| This is dedicated to e' rybody ain' t think I had it in me | |
| Knahmsayin? Word Talkin ' bout they ain' t feelin me | |
| you I ain' t feelin you! | |
| Parrish Smith | |
| The bad guy always win cause he prey on the weak | |
| In the band, church, schoolyard and street | |
| That' s why the P stay ALERT | |
| With the AR10 sittin right next to me | |
| One of the tag team champs, share the belt with E | |
| Mess with us get disposed of properly | |
| Ain' t no one stoppin me, P' s prophecy | |
| Was to recollide with the Bandit, EPMD | |
| Cause we got a passion for the mic like A Passion For Christ | |
| We got a passion for life, trunk jewels, chrome and dice | |
| But no snake eyes, or we break guys and then break fly | |
| Leave the Lakeside on a timeout like take five | |
| Expect the blessin or yo you' ll be gone quick | |
| You wanna talk crazy wreckless, you wanna talk slick? | |
| You can' t control your anger homey so you lost it | |
| Now the Squadron comin through so what' chu want kid? | |
| Hook | |
| EDub | |
| Nuttin but heat huh, yup | |
| It' s all over | |
| Seeya! |
| zuò cí : Erick Sermon Parrish Smith Clifford Smith Katsuhiro Honda | |
| zuò qǔ : Erick Sermon Parrish Smith Clifford Smith Katsuhiro Honda | |
| Verse 1: Erick Sermon | |
| Yes! Yes | |
| Aiyyo.. how do you play it, James Brown' ll say it | |
| P and I' ll relay it, DJ' sll DJ it | |
| I must go hard, then take charge | |
| Illmatic MC Dub I' m like Nas | |
| Own a couple of cars parked in my garage | |
| A crew less than chicks, I call them DeBarge | |
| I can' t be defeated, nope, the judge is in now | |
| Y' all can be seated, all lames can beat it | |
| I know there' s a few who thought we might lose | |
| Resurrect, like Pete Rock to C. L. Smooth | |
| News there' s no gettin around this homey | |
| P and I' s a brand name we in your house like Sony | |
| Long Island' s best, yes we got a few of them | |
| Rakim, P. E., ain' t no doin them | |
| Rocked Apollo, and there' s no booing them | |
| Money up front ain' t nobody screwing them | |
| Hook | |
| What you say, what you say now | |
| So what you say, what you say now | |
| What you say, what you say now | |
| So what you say, what you say now | |
| Yup what you say, what you say now | |
| Yeah.. with the heat | |
| Method Man | |
| Verse 2: Method Man | |
| Yo, nuttin to lose cause I got nuttin to prove, I' m rugged | |
| Who be like it if I fart in my shoes, you love it | |
| I' m cold brrr trust it ain' t really no room to discuss it | |
| Leave niggas disgusted I shit on they life and flush it | |
| Not only make that green but puff it, easy come easy does it | |
| You bring the dutches, I' ll " Bring Da Ruckus" wrong one to wit | |
| I ain' t no puppet, ain' t no pullin my strings to public | |
| It' s he the rugged, y' all ain' t bustin them things, so bust it | |
| I' m at my rawest when you give me a stage and a cordless | |
| I can' t call it, eat my shit leave stains in the toilet | |
| The Staten Island nigga chewin ya ears | |
| Cause y' all don' t do it like we doin it here, and that' s clear | |
| This Cash Money, dates back to crack money | |
| And crash dummy cornyass raps don' t get no dap from me | |
| My dudes is hungry like they animal son | |
| And eat MC' s like a cannibal, ONE | |
| Hook | |
| EDub Meth | |
| Yup | |
| PMD | |
| This is dedicated to e' rybody ain' t think I had it in me | |
| Knahmsayin? Word Talkin ' bout they ain' t feelin me | |
| you I ain' t feelin you! | |
| Parrish Smith | |
| The bad guy always win cause he prey on the weak | |
| In the band, church, schoolyard and street | |
| That' s why the P stay ALERT | |
| With the AR10 sittin right next to me | |
| One of the tag team champs, share the belt with E | |
| Mess with us get disposed of properly | |
| Ain' t no one stoppin me, P' s prophecy | |
| Was to recollide with the Bandit, EPMD | |
| Cause we got a passion for the mic like A Passion For Christ | |
| We got a passion for life, trunk jewels, chrome and dice | |
| But no snake eyes, or we break guys and then break fly | |
| Leave the Lakeside on a timeout like take five | |
| Expect the blessin or yo you' ll be gone quick | |
| You wanna talk crazy wreckless, you wanna talk slick? | |
| You can' t control your anger homey so you lost it | |
| Now the Squadron comin through so what' chu want kid? | |
| Hook | |
| EDub | |
| Nuttin but heat huh, yup | |
| It' s all over | |
| Seeya! |