Epmd - Symphony lyrics

rate me

[Parrish Smith]

Huh, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it, M.O.P.

Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats

Hold me down, hold me down [echoes]...

[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it

[E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam

[PMD] 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

[M.O.P] Next up!

[E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me

[PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Erick Sermon]

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

[M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP!

[Billy Danze] Yo I believe that's me

[ErickSermon] Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Billy Danze]

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

[M.O.P.] NEXT UP!

[L Fame] Yo I believe that's me

[BDanze] (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony

[Lil' Fame]

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 HUGO

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'ma hit this bitch full throttle

The type to RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby

Rap is my relgion, 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]