EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD) (Explicit) - Nas/Eminem (埃米纳姆)/EPMD

Composed by：Chauncey Hollis Jr./Erick Sermon/Marshall B Mathers III/Nasir Jones/Parrish J. Smith

Nas Erick Sermon/PMD：

Respectfully bucket on low like Erick and Parrish

Closed casket flow all you n***as get deaded

They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it

So I pick from my own garden

Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather

Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma

Yeah

So what you sayin' n***a

You gots to chill

Uh-huh

Thinkin' you the truth really you not for real

EPMD

Back to back with the hardest s**t of the year

Nasir Jones remix

PMD/Erick Sermon：

EPMD we back in business

Ain't nobody f**kin' with us come to your senses

P is the second coming of God something to witness

Piece of s**t fly on your head like Mike Pence's we in the trenches

I'm mad better yet I'm on a rampage

My people can't even get minimum wage

F**k a stimulus

Give me some interest

Give me a loan

Give me a home

Give me that land you owe me so I can roam

So when you trespass blaow one in your dome

Best wishes ghost 'em like he Tommy

Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me

Nas：

EPMD we back in business

I visualize what it is not what is isn't

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen

Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million

Dunn I let it go for the family meetings and coated Miami

The wine bottles on Maggie extra large

Sign up for my master class Escobar

Feed up and met Sadie I'm at my restaurant

Clouded from hazy the daily she know my thoughts get crazy

My teachers they couldn't grade me

I know some Haitians in Dave County got choppas in Haiti

She booked a flight to Colombia made her body amazing

Just to post it on Tumblr this that "f**k up the summer" s**t

I don't care what you comin' with me and Hit-Boy running s**t

Big gold rope chains but they flooded now

Pull up with the ghost like a haunted house

She gettin' scary blood on my hands like Carrie

Might walk through a cemetery to see where Hip Hop is buried

I said it was dead but it faked its death like Machiavelli

You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti

Eminem：

Yeah ready

EPMD we're back in business

Living in cramp conditions we'll give you ammunition

Got no shells

I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail

I got no elves like Christmas you don't wanna make the Claus come out

Y'all should call yourselves Santa

Why

'Cause none of y'all are real nah not a single one

Like what

Like a dollar bill

Yeah

It's like your b***h on appellate court

She's on the pill we gotta bond and she'll

Never bail on me not even outta jail

EPMD but me I got no chill

Just a lot of skrill

Lady my paper's so crazy I just tossed a mill' out the window

Of my mobile on the f**king freeway on the way here

Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh yeah

It's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain dear

Green on me but no w**d shorty just these darling

A pocket full of pills some are Tylenol 3 probably two or three Molly

This summer eve which reminds me of rap summary

Mami my theme song me and Pete

Always use to play that s**t on repeat all day so please call me

"Big Daddy" plus I got the cane and lean on me

MC's I'm eatin' you B-*-*-*-*-H-S like tortilla chips

Me I'm free up that Chia green is on Chia Pet

This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index

Poverty at its peak OCD and PTSD I guess

R.I.P. out to DMX geez louise and MC Ecstasy

And Prince Markie Dee MF DOOM I hit 50 via text

Told him that I love him

'Cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next

Tomorrow could be a death

Yeah and this s**t ain't for the faint

Cause the brains ill trained killer danger deranged

And I drink all the DayQuil and I blank on the paper

Then wait 'til the page

Fill up hate spill of shame for the strength of a pain pill the drank

I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed

With the greats and my name's with the Kanes

And the Waynes and the Jays

And the Dres and the Yes and the Drakes

And the J Dillas Jada's Cool J's

And the Ras and amazing as Nas is and praise to the Gods

Shout to the golden age of hip hop and the name of this song is

Nas：

EPMD we back in business

I visualize what it is not what is isn't

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen

Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million