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Eminem, Nas, EPMD - EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD)

EPMD 2
Eminem, Nas, EPMD
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[Verse 1: Nas & (EPMD)]
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas 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
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)

[Verse 2: EPMD]
[PMD:] EPMD, we back in business
[Erick Sermon:] Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses
[PMD:] P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
[Erick Sermon:] Piece of shit, fly on your head like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
[PMD:] I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
[Erick Sermon:] My people can't even get minimum wage
[PMD:] Fuck a stimulus
[Erick Sermon:] Give me some interest
[PMD:] Give me a loan
[Erick Sermon:] Give me a home
[PMD:] Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
[Erick Sermon:] So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
[PMD:] Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me

[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million

[Verse 3: Nas]
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit
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, look like sauce and spaghetti

[Eminem:] (Yeah, ready?)

[Verse 4: Eminem]
EPMD, we're back in business
Livin' in cramped conditions, we'll give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws come out
Y'all should call yourselves Santa 'cause none of y'all are real
Not a single one, like a dollar bill
It's like your bitch in the appellate court, she's on a pill
We got her a bond and she'll
Never bail on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail
EPMD, but me, I gots no chills (Chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mill' out the window
Of my mobile on the fuckin' freeway on the way here
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E which reminds me of rap summary
Mami, my theme song, me and P
Always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me Big Daddy
Plus I got the 'caine and lean on me
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, 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, Stezo, E and Nipsey
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 your death (Bring the beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's iller trained, killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
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 Kane's and the Wayne's, and the Jay's and the Dre's
And the Ye's, and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, "Jada"s, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is...

[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million

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