Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Symphony, artist - EPMD. Album song Out Of Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Symphony |
| Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats |
| Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*… |
| Yeh. |
| Erick Sermon. |
| EPMD. |
| check it |
| Redman. |
| Method Man. |
| Lady Luck. |
| Def Jam |
| Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats |
| Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*). |
| Uhh. |
| yo! |
| I grab 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 mine |
| Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York |
| To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want? |
| Remember me? |
| You punk faggot crab emcee |
| Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P |
| Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo |
| Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through |
| Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm |
| Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron |
| I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel |
| We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools |
| Next up! |
| Yo I believe that’s me |
| Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony |
| Yo P! |
| Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot |
| Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot |
| E hustle, and muscle my way in |
| Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin |
| Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it |
| Then leave them like -- who done it? |
| Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now |
| When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, «Wow!» |
| YO! |
| I get looks when I’m in the place |
| That’s that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface |
| Uhh, +It Ain’t My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya |
| Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a |
| If I get caught you can bet I’ll blow trial |
| Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. |
| style |
| NEXT UP! |
| Yo I believe that’s me |
| Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony |
| Say hello to the devil Danze’ll kick |
| Whenever tragic hit, It’s (E)(MO-PMD) blastin shit |
| Put in work in this cold game |
| Soldier *echoes* I use work as code name |
| Told ya, line em up its Soul Train |
| (B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) And I give em the whole thing |
| My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it |
| Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit) |
| I’m donatin a casket |
| We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic |
| (Tell em what you sayin) Get the bozac |
| Before I tear your maggot ass flat (BOOM BOOM) They’re back |
| NEXT UP! |
| Yo I believe that’s me |
| (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony |
| For gettin the real, straight from B’Ville |
| Motherfuckers don’t like Fame cause I’m not cream filled |
| I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel |
| Sleep and I will, reap and I kill |
| Motherfuck (who know) jump out a Yugo |
| Open up your back with a mac, UNO UNO |
| Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws |
| Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls |
| This rap game is a street game now, the game switched |
| Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit |
| I ain’t no motherfuckin role model, kids don’t follow |
| Cause I’mma hit this bitch full throttle |
| The type to RAISE UP 5−0 in your lobby |
| Rap is my religion, yeah, bitin is a hobby |
| Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us |
| Or THE FIRST FAMILY will come kill you with the heaters |
| BLAH *echoes* |