Nas – Epmd Lyrics (feat. Hit-boy)

Just say the word, yeah
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the ’80s
Buckin’ like Tom Brady, ballin’ like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiri when all the Nike’s with Penny’s
Killin’ niggas with sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi’
If I sell my masters I need a trilli’
It was go get it, now it’s gimme (Run it)
And we ain’t relyin’ on no stimmies
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million
Mob shit
Legitimate
You couldn’t even calculate this shit
Yeah
Insurmountable shit
Yeah, uh
It’s too serious (Hit-Boy)
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million
Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie
Leadin’ like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that’s how official the revolution is
Feds holdin’ cameras up and they zoomin’ in
Don’t be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
Ruthless, they’ll tie up your wife and kids
While you talkin’ on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain’t a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms, they ratting on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it’s Babylon
Took the property over, since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn’t get cash this long, last this long
Platinum cards with our ratchets on
Laid back, ox blood seats with the hazards on
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million
Murcielago mob flow
’20 Chevy Tahoe’s
And I’m sittin’ low, I am not hidin’ though
Condos in different time zones
Way before y’all was double cuppin’ the styrofoam
Come on thug, had to lay it down in lamest terms, yeah
Want me to turn up a notch?