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Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Millenium
me down, hold me down

Yo, I the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot MC
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap

Next up! Yo I that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for who want me to run it
Then leave them like who it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

Next up, yo I believe me
Yo get on the mic and rock the

Say hello to the Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use as code name
Told ya, line 'em up Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat 'em if blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme
I'm a casket we have raised hell in midtown
And gunned down in traffic 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, they're

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For the real, straight from B'Ville
Motherfuckers like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
Open up your back a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

This rap game is a street game now, the game
Rappers are gettin' now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' role model, don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch throttle
The to raise up 5 O in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, it's love you greet us
Or the first family will come you with the heaters