| I make a million buck
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| every six months and y’all
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| hating my game, saying my name, they call
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| me the E, wrong things
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| knowing Im fly without wings
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| while some of y’all have to pull strings.
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| In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats
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| master basslines of Raphael Saadiq
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| Lyrical mastermind, a genius so dont snooze
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| no missions impossible, ask Tom Cruise
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| I keep a joint lit, when I have to spit
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| I rough paragraph, laugh when I’m busting yo’ass, who want it?
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| Come and see me, like 112
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| and I’ll rock that bell with Fox and L E-Dub, Mr Excitement, right
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| The poltergeist of rap so come to the light.
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| Yes, the recipient of this award goes to Moi,
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| the best qualified superstar.
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| Chorus: EPMD
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| Erick: My squad stays on point like
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| Den en den den de den, It’s the joint
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| Parish: Yeah my squad stay on point like,
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| Erick: Den en den den de den, Its the joint.
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| Both: New York I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| DC I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| New Jerse I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| EPMD, its a world premier
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| Verse Two: Parrish Smith
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| Its the joint, stay on point
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| Plus I’m feelin it niggas killin shit tryin to duplicat the manuscript
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| thats impossible, pray like the gospel
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| over coming set backs, and jumping over obstacles
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| Like Evil Kenevil, on point like a needle
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| EPMDs’like the Beatles, back with another sequal
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| to hip hop, check one two and you don’t stop
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| rap with mainstream R&B and pop
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| now the worlds shocked
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| the E-doubles back with Mic-Doc
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| Like it or not we bout to turn it up another notch
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| My speeds put it down for my seeds
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| Raw breeds, acres with the deeds, its the joint.
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| Chorus: (first part the same)
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| Both: VA I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| DA I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| Chi Town I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| EPMD, its a world premier
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| Verse Three: EPMD
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| E: My styles digable, so I’m phat like that
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| I got a benz too, and its black like that
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| I got millions of chips, and they stack like that
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| A five year spread, and now we back like that
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| How dare they, niggas sittin in they room with Brandy
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| way pissed off thikin how the can’t stand me He rhyme Shawn for his Penn, talking
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| not lookin, shoocken, a dead man walking
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| P: You know me, from rippin shows wit my homie
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| the one and only, Ginuwine like Pony
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| You want a ride? |
| Call me up when your lonely
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| I’m Parish Smith and shit, Greaat like Tony
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| I’m hittin hittin
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| E: Where from?
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| P: From brentwood to San Quentin
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| I’ma keep rhyming, still representing
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| E: Fro who?
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| P: For my niggas up north and in the? |
| Courts?
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| and for the emcees taking no shorts, in this blood sport
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| Chorus: (first part the same)
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| Both: Detroit I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| Cali I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| Philly I’m in your area, (Over here)
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| EPMD, its a world premier |