Intro:
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One for the treble, two for the bass
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P-M-D let's rock this place
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[Parrish "PMD" Smith]
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Return lies the power, try to push up and get devoured
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To pushin power, black Explorer with the Eddie Bauer
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XL, el reefer puffer sells
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My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails
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Dwell, stale mad plus I make now
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No details, first-class flight with the females
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EPMD-dot-com, spread as e-mail
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Stocks retail, push the quality S-T-L
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You know the scoop now when I swoop down
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Blast or shoot now, Hit Squad set the route down
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from Hot 9-7 to 1-0-6 daily mix
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Parrish Smith handlin biz like a clerk, kid
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Break:
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DAS EFX (are the best)
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(Rock the speaker) D-E-F-X
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[Drayz]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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I riggity-roll when I rock, rock when I roll
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Like DMC it's the Devastatin Mic Control
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I never fold under pressure, time to get ill
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Diggy Das hold it down, kid, you know that we're real
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I rolled up, strolled up, put my cigarette out
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Peep shorty on my left tryin to figure me out
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'How to get up in that ass?' what I'm thinkin about
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In the biggity-black Benz just diggin her out
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B-boy style (what what??), you know we're all wild
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Biggity-back from the sewer, check the profile
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The doe-getter, the show-ripper, the flow-setter
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My flow sicker, keep it drunk like some liquor
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Break
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[Skoob]
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Yo, yo, yo
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Hit Squad, usu-al suspects who bust necks
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Love sex, wriggity-wreck these thugs and roughnecks
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In these, dark streets (yo yo), my Squad creep
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Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete
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By the light I got chicks that sound alright
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They buy me ice, porbably in the phone books of Heidi Fleiss
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Abara-cadabara, turn skin to battlescars
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In your face like [BREAK] Alomar
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nasty like caviar, glass MC's I shatter y'all
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Lyrical sabotage, peace to Aguilar
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Roll l's for my thuns from the slums to the town
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(Brooklyn) Where I'm from, got me numb to the world
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Break
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Take it Back
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Das EFX |