symphony

Lyrics

, huh, erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p, erick and parrish millenium ducats, hold me down, hold me down. yeh. erick sermon. epmd. check it, redman. method man. lady luck. def jam, erick and parrish millenium ducats, hold me down, hold me down. uh. 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 faggot crab emcee, get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p, aiyyo 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, next up!, yo i believe that's me, yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony, yo p!, time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot, makin necks snap back, like a slingshot, e 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 to run it, then leave them like - who done it?, sucka 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, makin you smile with scarface, uh. 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!, yo i believe that's me, yo get on the mic and rock the symphony, say hello to the devil danze'll kick, whenever tragic hit, it's blastin shit, put in work in this cold game, soldier. i use work as code name, told ya, line em up its soul train, 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 backflip, i'm donatin a casket, we have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic, get the bozac, before i tear your maggot ass flat they're back, next up!, yo i believe that's me, get on the mic for the symphony, 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 jump out a yugo, 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 gettin killed now with the same shit, i ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow, cause i'mma hit this bitch full throttle, the type to raise up 5-0 in your lobby, rap is my religion, yeah, bitin 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, blah.