Back In Business

[redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo
I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
The dutch coronas, tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit
Black bruce willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
Supplier to any tom dick jerry maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation happening before you shoot it
Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?
The hotter i spit i'm trippin off smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, i don't pop
Corks i pop new york with a dot til import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a hurricane you a miller genuine draft
While you push a s-class i'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it
Shut your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than berrymore when i pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours
Atomic dogs, packed in a black yukon

Chorus

[erick sermon]
John blaze, i keep y'all niggaz rockin for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
My own mix tape dj, i flex
You don't have a clue when i'm doin ya who is he i gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my eyes you think i'm bluffin
A five year span turned nuttin into somethin
And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
Feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya
(who am i?) the ex-headbanger bad motherfucker
High on friday with chris tucker
I be a headbanger to my very last breath
Even jermaine dupri think i'm sosodef
K.a., shawn mims, i come from a long line of geechies
Who didn't care, blow camp lo luchinis
I transform like spawn, takes no time
For me to get on, to the break of dawn, word

Chorus

[parrish smith]
Pmd, the purple heart admiral
Blow your spot and left shrapnel
Then escaped in the benz capsule
Harder than a nfl tackle, back to bite the big apple
Southpaw, raw since i was a sophomore
Before i met jane in the corridor
The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur
With more action than roger moore
Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray windex on your glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin with p, is hazardous
Iced out lazarus started and manufactured this
My squad's wild like the manimals on geographic
Smash you bastards on some crab shit
Epmd's the group the squadron is the click
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause i'm

Chorus

[keith murray]
Keith murray, the holder of the boulder
Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, mc overthrower
I flow witcha two at a time, like noah
I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality
And kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle mortality
Finally, every dimension know keith
Y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak
I'll give you a g a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality
At static, lyrical kraftmatic, smokin
Barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic
Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture
Ninety-eight headbanger boy, yeah i told ya
Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical brain melter
I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action
Flippin more big ol words than jesse jackson
My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man i feel for my opponents

Chorus (to end)

[parrish smith]
Haircut, like anita baker

"murder?/yeah murder one son, for the death of jane" (repeat 4x)

Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities
The girl that got merked it wasn't jane it was fuckin valerie
The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
Found her butt naked, and on the side epmd record
Two hours later on greyhound, on my way now
Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now
Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat
Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back
Remain cool, i want the money quality jewels
And anybody breakin these rules they get two's
This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact
Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back
To my accomplice, havin no nonsense
That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit
Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click
An off-duty p.o., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell
Hit the floor, she was leakin
My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin
Who's next? who wanna flex? cop in the seat wet
Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped
Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage
Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid'
Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open
Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin
Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster
Played it cool, and never lost my composure
As screamin soldier got closer, i followed her to the
Drop point, she took the leads off a range rover
And passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees
Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the cd
And as i did the knowledge the jeep raised from the hydraulic
I'm thinkin, "could this be jane as my co-pilot?"
Time to activate, jane on the license plate
Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate

"murder?/yeah murder one son for the death of jane" (repeat 8x)

And now, the transaction

[das efx]
Yao yo yo stretch we thought you wasn't gonna come through
Nah look this is what i got man
Oh word? yeah let me check the shit out, whattup
This right here man!
That's hot right there son
This is ok, this is ok
Yo knock, big money style
This? this? you might like this right
Oh word? yeah yeah yeah yeah, just hold on let me smell that
Yea yea yea, but this is what i really wanted to show you right here
The shocker

Intro:
Put them on, put them on
Shiesty motherfuckers
Recognize that check it

Pmd:
Yo we build and destroy, black benz's and the convoy
Use a different 9 to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro
Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow
Like jimmy chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes
Caught the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast, he made a dash smash the cash
Ran two blocks pulled off the ski mask
But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and
People started talkin', po-po started sniffin',plus
He never hit james dean with the cream
So james put a hit to catch him on the scene
The police got a tip from a girl he use to run with
Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night
With more hoes than heidi fleiss
And the girl drove a black infinity, moving keys to kennedy
Different name everyday fake identity
They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state
So at the house the police wait with jeds caught him in his 8
50 that's how the streets be moving shiefty
Found billy and he slipped and paid quickly
Different day but the same song, life goes on
So watch the street kid, cause it's a put on

Hook:
That's how it goes down, down on the under (x2)

Erick sermon:
I seen will on the corner, flatbush and park slope
Shippin' two pounds of coke with 2 o.g.'s in his bear coat
Chrome neena, rollin' with this bitch named catrena
Undercover queena that pack a street sweeper
5 years for doin' fed time for extortion
And a jail up in boston for major jewel flossin'
Hits safes quickly can hear a black jamie summers
Pick the right numbers and have mad runners
Or hardcore lil' kim, queen bee bitch
Who never snitch, played the game and never rode the bench
Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will
For her family, no fantasy, a james colamity
Time for the score, from hammerton to marine park
Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive
She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line
And nows hte time, she jumped out the car
In front was a hummer, two new comers, i never seen before
I approached tall joey "who's those guys lookin' wise?
Had my black ass surprised."
A-yo yo yo it's a set up, where's the doe, uh
Where's the loot, give it to me and don't get cute
Catrina pulled the weapon, shot joey
The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain
Yo, she hid the two kids with joey, she didn't know
Cause she paid more doe for 'em
Will screamed "you bitch!" "sorry" she said
Then boow! will got lit
That's how it goes down, down on the under
They drove off quickly in the black hummer
Never trust no matter what the dance or song
Cause it could be a put on

Hook (x4)

[parrish smith]
Last man standing, like bruce willis, about to kill with this
Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness
In your town to get down, so give your man a pound
Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter
So kill the he say she say bust the replay
Hit squad, def squad, stay busy like the freeway

[erick sermon]
Dig this, in the field of rap, i pull rank
Sets it off like vivica fox and la' robbin banks
What you think? on the roof i work, smokin dank
Puffin bone-thugs and the boombox crank
Live in color, i represent, for the hardcore brother
Who pack lethal weapons, without dan glover
And still we achieve the great, those who try
To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so

Chorus: repeat 2x

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
.. it's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

[parrish smith]
Aiyyo the rhymes i recite, airtight, like a submarine
Hip-hop fiends, like a jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so i can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out
Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about
How you doin (where you been) in the biz
Sittin on chrome, back to set trends

[erick sermon]
Well it's the rappin lex luthor, step to me i'll do ya
Send you back to the future - he for real man? hell yeah
I don't care, i gets it on anywhere
From the streets of east new york, to the streets of bel air
First things first, i come to work with mad equipment
To do y'all, in the u-haul and the side biscuit
My persona, got suburban kids
Bangin their heads up in the gym like nirvana

Chorus

[parrish smith]
Back to take mine, like jordan, goin baseline
Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime
Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about p
No slouch b, cause off the meter's how my clout be

[erick sermon]
Indeed, i'm amazing when i ?
Got the crowd doin shit by remote control
Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward?
Dunk on your head, like juwan howard

Chorus 2x

[e] peace to chuck
[p] chuck d
[e] yeah, uhh
You're not tellin em huh? yeah

[erick sermon]
They go ohh and ahh when i jump in my car
People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
When i'm supreme rap star, they all know me
E.d., when i flash the greens on tv
Mc's be robbin me, of my technique
The way i speak, the way i get down, the way i sound
And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock
Of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater

[parrish smith]
Ok fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick
Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit
Epmd erick and parrish, makin dollars
With the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors
Deadly, murderous i know you heard of us
Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son)
The e double and mic doc, boondox
Def jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot

Chorus: epmd

[p] never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
[e] i'm erick sermon
[p] and i'm parrish smith
(repeat 2x)

[erick sermon]
Check it, now i'm back with the flyest material
Mic doc and e dub the grand imperial
My mic's deadly, so i scratched off the serial
And stashed it, until i have to kill at will
Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh
It's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions
Whatever, i'm smokin joe when it comes to rap
I'm a pro-fessional, tiger woods i'm good

[parrish smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
The inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Damn skippy i'm tipsy, high like a hippie
Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies
That's why i stay on q/cue, like omar epps in j-u
I-c-e so chill and bust the debut
In rare form the false alarm's the mic don's
Back in effect, snap that neck, the p's gone

Chorus

[e] never say never
[p] what? epmd's back together
[e] and if it gets warm take off the hot sweater
[p] flip the ill slick flow (flow)
[e] watch us throw (throw)
[p] down with the other brothers toe to toe
[e] and if ya slow ya blow
[p] that's why we comin with the ammo
[e] yo ten year veterans
[p] a thousand rap sessions
[e] yeah the hard rockers
[p] the crowd shockers
[e] the head knockers
[p] yeah epmd's off the rockers

Chorus 2x

[e] yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah
[p] dude whassup
[e] yeah that was dope, word up
Epmd for nine-what, whatever, yeah, uh-huh...
Sample this shit, word up!

Verse one: erick sermon

As i step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s
I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap
And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback
The e double e is my name, i spell, things to decline i tell
My squad rocks well, i'm in your hood, comin through like mud
Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck
You a player, what team you wit, i got major chips, i push the flyest whips
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped
No matter what the steez, i'm equipped

Verse two: pmd

Well my name is m-d, i'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy
Never sweatin no click , why p?, cause i'm a b-boy
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit
Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know
Now, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax
Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the back
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when i tell you boy, you gots to chill

Verse three: erick sermon

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude
Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, i'm dope
When i get down to the beat, i'm raw, i keep it hardcore for the streets
My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club
[p] yo e, i remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when
I see your bank stubs, i take control of your body and soul
Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll

Verse four: pmd

Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit e
When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine
Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows
Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the tape in
Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor
Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you
Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu, business to take 2's
Stadium and venues, wit e, and i'm the microphone doctor
And the capital e, capital p, capital m, d, it's no doubt, the world shocker
Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when i tell
You boy, you gots to chill

Verse five: erick sermon

Yo, i'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow
Amazed like wow, e and p return like d, last dragon to show m.c. just
What's happening, i get biz and that's an natural fact, i'm like zoro
I mark and e on your back, worse than that, i crown those wannabe gangstas
Say somethin to them, and run right through them

Verse six: pmd

I'm makin crazy g's, politicin on my mobile phone, d double
About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker
Puffing ?gon shit? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat
I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin
Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol
Still packin, epmd, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while
And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come
Prepared
Epmd is takin all the shares, you gots to chill