- EPMD Underground 歌詞
- EPMD
- Comin straight from the underground
Comin straight from the underground
Im comin straight from the underground
Comin straight from the underground
As I pump up a brand new funk swing
And bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King
Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin a MCI bust a grill, and the reaction I checkInspect, make sure the heads wrecked
Snap a neck for some live effects
A machine, my functioning, thats meanI stay together, my man,
like Al GreenIm a slayer, the E R I C K and Im back
To attack a punk chump that aint sayin JackBoom,
Im buckwild when Im stonedI close only one eye like a cyclone
So I throw on my black shades thats rhinestone
Summer to my Benz thats outlined in chromeIm the Grand Royal MC,
Im no jokeI hit like a Phillie Blunt when its tokedI smoke ,
an MC well done, he gets doneIm knockin out wack MCs like Michae
l NunnFull power, one punch, crunch, Im throwin bolosIm strapped heavy,
my handguns thats solo
Im packed when its time to get downCuz Erick Sermons comin straight from the UndergroundComin straight from the undergroundIm comin straight from the underground
Im comin straight from the underground
Im comin straight from the undergroundOkie dokie,
my mind gets slow pokey when I toke theBull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope meOld Gold is cold when I pop the capTake a sip and then blitz,
then crack a back with a rhyme sackCuz Im too smooth,
pay my dues and cant loseIm Top Gun pullin ******* like
Tom CruiseAnd my main man,
D Wade, still gets paidAnd in the off-season we vacate in the shadeSo all hail the Mary, crack the MoetBlast the boom box, then act like
George and Jet, sonCuz my style, similar to Tae -Kwon-Do,
but hey, yoI dont kick or throw stars, this brother flows
To the funk track with 808 drops for prop the topOf druggin or thuggin,
D Ts or copsI say, 'No '
to blow and 'Yes'
to cess and I suggestYou put a buck on Lotto and if you win,
you should investIn a new grill, Bill, cuz I rock non until
The Fat Lady sings, or Brooklyn starts to ill
Theres a fat chance, with the brother BistroCuz Im the master of the quadraverb and the echo
Theres no time to stop, so P keep on steppinOn the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon
That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wildOne slug to the head, mafioso style
You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound
Watch yourself son, Im comin straight from the undergroundIm comin straight from the undergroundIm comin straight from the underground
Straight from the underground
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