Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Seen Before , by - EPMD. Song from the album Back In Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1996
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Never Seen Before |
| Peace to Chuck |
| Chuck D |
| Yeah, uhh |
| You’re not tellin em huh? |
| Yeah |
| They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car |
| People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar |
| When I’m supreme rap star, they all know me |
| E.D., when I flash the greens on TV |
| MC’s be robbin me, of my technique |
| The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound |
| And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock |
| Of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater |
| OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick |
| Hollywood niggas, put it down spit some hype shit |
| EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars |
| With the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors |
| Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us |
| Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son) |
| The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox |
| Def Jam’s off the meter yo, this shit is hot |
| Chorus: EPMD |
| Never seen before, or heard before |
| The uncut raw |
| I’m Erick Sermon |
| and I’m Parrish Smith |
| Check it, now I’m back with the flyest material |
| Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial |
| My mic’s deadly, so I scratched off the serial |
| And stashed it, until I have to kill at will |
| Keep it movin, yes it’s me in the flesh |
| It’s no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions |
| Whatever, I’m Smokin Joe when it comes to rap |
| I’m a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I’m good |
| Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about |
| The inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out |
| Damn skippy I’m tipsy, high like a hippie |
| Don’t take drinks from strangers cause niggas slip mickies |
| That’s why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U |
| I-C-E so chill and bust the debut |
| In rare form the false alarm’s the Mic Don’s |
| Back in effect, snap that neck, the P’s gone |
| Never say never |
| What? |
| EPMD’s back together |
| And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater |
| Flip the ill slick flow (flow) |
| Watch us throw (throw) |
| down with the other brothers toe to toe |
| And if ya slow ya blow |
| That’s why we comin with the ammo |
| Yo ten year veterans |
| A thousand rap sessions |
| Yeah the hard rockers |
| The crowd shockers |
| The head knockers |
| Yeah EPMD’s off the rockers |
| Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah |
| Dude whassup |
| Yeah that was dope, word up |
| EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh… |
| Sample this shit, word up! |