EPMD

EPMD - Dungeon Master lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Back in Business (1997)

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