[pmd]yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it
[e-dub]redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam
[pmd]erick and parrish millenium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..

Uhh.. 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 [bad word] you want?
Remember me? you punk [bad word] crab emcee
Get your [bad word] broke in half for [bad word] around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look [bad word]  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
Next up!

[e-dub]yo I believe that's me
[pmd]yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony

[erick sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me [bad word] it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest [bad word]  cats be like, "wow!"
Yo!i get looks when I'm in the place
That's that [bad word]  makin you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +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 swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!

[red]yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony

[redman]
Hehahhh!yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
It's funk doc, you know my name hoe
My style dirty underground, or ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps kool-aid, through the vein and [bad word] Snatch the trap then I dash like damon did
Doc, walk _thin red lines_ to shell shock
Hairlock with [bad word] broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin [bad word] For keith murray, doc gon' [bad word] these tools
Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool!
I "just do it" like nike, outta 'bama
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up

[meth]it's the g-o-d
[red]yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony

[method]
Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and [bad word]  eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_! to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
Feelin like the mack inside a cadillac seville *screech*
Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - geronimo!
I feel my [bad word] down.. lookout below!
Aiyyo! dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like parker brothers
I rock for the low-class, from locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like godzilla
Yeah yeah -- she gave away my [bad word] i'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff! [bad word] them a.k.a., for now it's just meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less