Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dungeon Master, artist - EPMD. Album song Back In Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Dungeon Master |
| Yo Dungeon Master, time to draw let’s see who’s faster |
| Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster |
| You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law |
| Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision |
| Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind |
| Feild, take you way down, underground the Earth’s surface |
| A 100 leeks, flatline? |
| E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner |
| My jawa past willie, I’m higher than marijuana |
| My styles foreign, look at me as a Guinesse, Vietnemes |
| A lad overseas, clockin' major G’s |
| I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle |
| In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal |
| And if I let off and he gets hit |
| And if you miss him, go home and light a candle |
| Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I’m a spill when I’m spittin' |
| This vocal ammunition (X2) |
| Yo I spit ferocious, here’s another dosage |
| I’ll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus |
| On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual |
| Form, liver than your black college dorm |
| Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on |
| You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some Colorado |
| Tall bottles until my legs wobble, blow your spot |
| Drink lots like Freddie Foxxx, shits fully locked |
| It’s hotter than lava rocks |
| A grand entrance like when LL said «Box» |
| In Krush Groove, I freak the ill power move |
| Kid I’m on fire, flippin' on MC’s like David Banner |
| Changing his black tire, admire, rewarding the cordless |
| Cats is played out like Diadoras, nothing for this |
| Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends |
| Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons |
| So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher |
| Had your crew sayin' «We should of taped son» |
| Maverick, Top Gun, shootin' missiles |
| I prefer 40's over Cristal, hit the path out the turn style |
| Nocturnal’s tactics is to wild out like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park |
| Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark |
| Rougher than Timb’s and Carhartt, check my street smarts |
| Plus credentials, microphones as utensils |
| Like spoons and forks, celebrating popping corks |
| Off the Moey if you felt me now you know me |
| EPMD and Nocturnal in your fucking code be |
| Yeah yeah Nocturnal son. |
| Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what’s up, you know |
| What’s up. |
| You know what I’m saying. |
| This is how we do. |
| Reppin' for the |
| Crew. |
| Jersey fuckin' too. |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah |