Dungeon Master Lyrics - Epmd

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, flat line 

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[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 

[Chorus] 

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

This vocal ammunition [Repeat: x2] 

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[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 bottles 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 turnstile 

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 utensils 

Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks 

Off the moey if you felt me know you know me 

Epmd and nocturnal in your fucking? 

[Chorus: x4] 

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