Epmd - Dungeon Master lyrics

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[Intro:]

Yeah, EPMD, yeah, Nocturnal (Nocturnal cats). A-yo check it.

[Nocturnal:]

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 ?

[Erick Sermon:]

E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner

My jawa past willie, I'm higher than marajuana

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

[Hook:]

Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'

This vocal ammunition [x2]

[Nocturnal:]

Yo I spit ferroshis, 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 cotoroto

Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot

Drink lots like Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked

It's hotter than lava rocks, I'm gainin interest like when LL said "Box"

And Crush Groove, I freak the ill power move

Kid I"m on fire, flippin' on MC's like David Banner

Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce

Cat's is played out like theater dogs, 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

Have your crew sayin' "We should of taped son"

Mavrick, Top Gun, shootin' missles

I prefer 40's over Cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle

Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park

Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark

Rougher than Tim's at Galheart, check my street smarts

Plus credentials, microphones as untencils

Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks

Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me

EPMD and Nocturnal in your fuckin' ?

[Hook x4]

[Outro:]

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