EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD)

Respectfully bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow all you n***as get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma
Yeah
So what you sayin' n***a
You gots to chill
Uh-huh
Thinkin' you the truth really you not for real
EPMD
Back to back with the hardest s**t of the year
Nasir Jones remix
PMD/Erick Sermon：
EPMD we back in business
Ain't nobody f**kin' with us come to your senses
P is the second coming of God something to witness
Piece of s**t fly on your head like Mike Pence's we in the trenches
I'm mad better yet I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
F**k a stimulus
Give me some interest
Give me a loan
Give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass blaow one in your dome
Best wishes ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
Nas：
EPMD we back in business
I visualize what it is not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million
Dunn I let it go for the family meetings and coated Miami
The wine bottles on Maggie extra large
Sign up for my master class Escobar
Feed up and met Sadie I'm at my restaurant
Clouded from hazy the daily she know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dave County got choppas in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia made her body amazing
Just to post it on Tumblr this that "f**k up the summer" s**t
I don't care what you comin' with me and Hit-Boy running s**t
Big gold rope chains but they flooded now
Pull up with the ghost like a haunted house
She gettin' scary blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where Hip Hop is buried
I said it was dead but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti
Eminem：
Yeah ready
EPMD we're back in business
Living in cramp conditions we'll give you ammunition
Got no shells
I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no elves like Christmas you don't wanna make the Claus come out
Y'all should call yourselves Santa
Why
'Cause none of y'all are real nah not a single one
Like what
Like a dollar bill
Yeah
It's like your b***h on appellate court
She's on the pill we gotta bond and she'll
Never bail on me not even outta jail
EPMD but me I got no chill
Just a lot of skrill
Lady my paper's so crazy I just tossed a mill' out the window
Of my mobile on the f**king freeway on the way here
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh yeah
It's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain dear
Green on me but no w**d shorty just these darling
A pocket full of pills some are Tylenol 3 probably two or three Molly
This summer eve which reminds me of rap summary
Mami my theme song me and Pete
Always use to play that s**t on repeat all day so please call me
"Big Daddy" plus I got the cane and lean on me
MC's I'm eatin' you B-*-*-*-*-H-S like tortilla chips
Me I'm free up that Chia green is on Chia Pet
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak OCD and PTSD I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX geez louise and MC Ecstasy
And Prince Markie Dee MF DOOM I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him
'Cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next
Tomorrow could be a death
Yeah and this s**t ain't for the faint
Cause the brains ill trained killer danger deranged
And I drink all the DayQuil and I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page
Fill up hate spill of shame for the strength of a pain pill the drank
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed
With the greats and my name's with the Kanes
And the Waynes and the Jays
And the Dres and the Yes and the Drakes
And the J Dillas Jada's Cool J's
And the Ras and amazing as Nas is and praise to the Gods
Shout to the golden age of hip hop and the name of this song is
Nas：
EPMD we back in business
I visualize what it is not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million