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EPMD (from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)

 

EPMD (from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)


Hit-Boy

EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eating Michelin Star, counting a million

Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leading like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
Feds holding cameras up and they zooming in
Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid
While you talking on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms they ratting on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn't get cash as long last this long?
Platinum cars with our ratchets on
Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on

EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eating Michelin Star, counting a million (Oh!)

Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe
Then I'm sitting low, I am not hiding though
Condos in different time zones (Time zones)
Way before y'all was double cupping the styrofoam
Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (Yeah)
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah)
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the '80s
Bucking like Tom Brady, balling like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies
Killing niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi')
If I sell my masters, I need a trilli' (Need a trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
And we ain't relying on no stimmies

EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eating Michelin Star, counting a million

Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Insurmountable shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) it's too serious (It's too serious)

done

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