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EPMD - Dungeon Master lyrics
Featuring Nocturnal] Intro: 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, flatline ? 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 Hook: Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin' This vocal ammunition (X2) 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 bottels 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 turnstyle 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 untencils Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks Off the Moey if you felt me know you know me EPMD and Nocturnal in your fuckin' ? Hook (X4) Outro: 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 |
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