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Epmd

Genres: Hip-Hop

It's The Pee '97 Lyrics - Epmd

(pmd) 

Yea, check 1,2, one time for ya mind 

2 times for ya mind, pmd going braceline, bassline 

Prodigy, hit squad and the mobb. 9-7, check it out 

 

Hey, yo, six foot and change, I still do my thang 

You niggaz is game, blacker skills wit the hand swing 

Time to black out, you act out, blow ya back out 

The p wit the no-look pass like iverson and stackhouse 

 

(prodigy) 

Hey, yo, painkiller key raps, get dope off of this here shit 

Writing prescriptions for your addiction 

We doing it, yo, p, this shit is off the meter 

Neither him nor his man neither can top this shit hit 

 

(chorus)(pmd) 

It's the p-double e-m-d-e-e(yo, it's the p) 

E-double pushing up lex bubble(3 1/2x) 

 

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Check p, the rap vet, freak the rap tech 

Peep the black tech, ass bent, run, some will leave your back wet 

So pmd and prodigy will hit you hard 

Lace p wit the plan and let the mobb do the phucking job 

 

(prodigy) 

I kick, shit that you can feel like you're holding it 

Grab a hold of this, rip tight like it's your last bit 

Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip 

Lyric that's beyond the year 2000 

The dominant, confident niggaz is conquering 

Overminding, my mom done did it again 

Vertical rap, straight up and down this wolf pack 

Or go at the whole globe, attack the map 

Ambassador p, we strengthly strip his sleeves of his stripes 

Granted for the rest of your life 

Now you can sit back and cherish the time that we spent 

The foul memory of ? timbos, bison less? 

 

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(pmd) 

Now who's the kid claiming death wit the s on his chest 

Smoking cess, sounding like meth, I guess he need press 

And yes, he must be insane wit no brain, on that cocaine 

Lying on your dick, saying you hit jane 

The punk doctor, I gotcha, so get the boz-ile 

You little hostile, you end up missing like hoffa 

My style's proper, extraordinaire, quite rare 

Excellent to the ear, so kid, you never compare 

 

Chorus 

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