Symphony Lyrics - Epmd

[Parrish Smith] 

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

Erick and Parrish Millennium Ducats 

Hold me down, hold me down 

[PMD] 

Yea 

Erick Sermon 

EPMD 

Check it 

[E-Dub] 

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[PMD] 

Erick and Parrish Millennium Ducats 

Hold me down, hold me down 

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 fagot crab emcee 

Get your shit broke in half for fucking around with P 

Hey yo 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 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

Next up! 

Yo I believe that's me 

Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yo P! 

Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot 

Making necks snap back, like a slingshot 

E hustle, and muscle my way in 

Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazing 

Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it 

Then leave them like, who done it? 

Sucker 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, making you Smile with Scarface 

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 Swinging, M.O.P. style 

[Chorus] 

[Billy Danze] 

Say hello to the devil Danze'll kick 

Whenever tragic hit, It's (E)(MO-PMD) blasting shit 

Put in work in this cold game 

Soldier 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 back flip (bad shit) 

I'm donating a casket 

We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic 

(Tell em what you saying) Get the bozac 

Before I tear your maggot ass flat (BOOM BOOM) They're back 

[Chorus] 

[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 getting killed now with the same shit 

I ain't no motherfucking 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 religion, yeah, biting 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