Epmd - Symphony Lyrics
[parrish smith]Huh, erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p.Erick and parrish millenium ducatsHold me down, hold me down *echoes*...[pmd] yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it[e-dub] redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam[pmd] erick and parrish millenium ducatsHold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..Uhh.. yo!I grab the mic and grip it hard like its my last time to shineI want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mineIll cat, slick talk, slang new yorkTo break it down to straight english, what the ***** you want?Remember me? you punk faggot crab emceeGet your shit broke in half for *****in around with pAiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zooHey you, look nigga, one more strike you throughWord is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darmEvery time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridironI step up and bless the track and spit a jewelWe keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools[m.o.p] next up![e-dub] yo I believe thats me[pmd] yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony[erick sermon]Yo p!Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hotMakin necks snap back, like a slingshotE hustle, and muscle my way inThen tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazinNot for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run itThen leave them like -- who done it?Sucka duck, I do what I feel right nowWhen I spit the illest shit, cats be like, wow!Yo! i get looks when Im in the placeThats that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarfaceUhh, +it aint my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock yaHit you with the fifth, block-a block-aIf I get caught you can bet Ill blow trialBe +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style[m.o.p. & es] next up![billy danze] yo I believe thats me[ericksermon] yo (danze) get on the mic and rock the symphony[billy danze]Say hello to the devil danzell kickWhenever tragic hit, its (e)(mo-pmd) blastin shitPut in work in this cold gameSoldier *echoes* I use work as code nameTold ya, line em up its soul train(b-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) and I give em the whole thingMy family has been trained, to swat em if they blast itHit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)Im donatin a casketWe have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic(tell em what you sayin) get the bozacBefore I tear your maggot ass flat (boom boom) theyre back[m.o.p.] next up![l fame] yo I believe thats me[bdanze] (fame!) get on the mic for the symphony[lil fame]For gettin the real, straight from bvilleMother*****ers dont like fame cause Im not cream filledI feel what I speak so I speak what I feelSleep and I will, reap and I killMother***** (who know) jump out a hugoOpen up your back with a mac, uno unoGhettoville nigga, I break all lawsDrink brews, curse out *****es, and piss on wallsThis rap game is a street game now, the game switchedRappers are gettin killed now with the same shitI aint no mother*****in role model, kids dont followCause ima hit this ***** full throttleThe type to raise up 5-0 in your lobbyRap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobbyShow love when you meet us, its love when you greet usOr the first family will come kill you with the heatersBlah *echoes*
