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Yeah man!
We dreamin out here man we dreamin

We livin though
We goin be living proof though thats by anymeans

Gotta make it home that's by any

drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi'

You're a Customer

EPMD

Rap's Greatest Disses

1992

[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said

on track
But one thing is for certain - there is no turning back
So what will you sacrifice, what will you leave behind?
What tools do you carry in your

I won't try taking you home
Is in my bones yeah
But I can't let that fly like drones
I'll take you out
We'll have some fun
But I can't take you home

inside a nigga-rigged time machine
Powered by bones of those
Who choose to survive by violent means
Plain sight, or hiding behind the scene

Whose

the dress for less like shopping at Ross
That's a hard pill to swallow green one like Lacoste
In the back of the scene I fled for light from the source
We had

Man-made by hands bruised and scarred
Is there a sign that's finding me
White butterflies soak up the scene
Surrounding my home
Burnt to the ground
Soak in

a propeller in the swamp
And I've got another twenty to go
Ensnared in her grasp
By the scepter which she holds
She just keeps me down
And when I turn around

me go off in the trunk, get that Bone Crusher, haha

Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly
Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach
I never been afraid, I

You're a Customer [Beat]

EPMD

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said

and forsaken, tarnished even, taken by abyssal creature's parasitous beings, spiritually rotten, phisically, festering... Breasts coup DD, a voluptuous body

burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back

Maybe I should cop the dome
Maybe I should call back home
Tell my friends to throw a party
I'm in the corner all alone
Taking shots all alone
In my

Enemy Minds

Souls of Mischief

Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution

2000

With impeccable accuracy
Know where you at & where you be
Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on
Tryin' to expose the cover up but there

of your treats
I make 1k a week
I make money rapping on YouTube beats
Run a mile down the tree like a tiger
Stripes on my back
Hieroglyphs – Sherlock could

something in my eyes!

Make my own lullabies so I can tell my babies why...
I can't save myself...
By myself its hard

We on that shit that make you wanna

you brick
It's what makes me tick
The way the team decided by just one kick
Now do the grand slam, damn
Take you back so far, I got you flyin' Pan Am
I

make it back home, I've been gone for so long, she so scared to the bone
Just go take a hit from the bong, I always wonder why I'm so alone, on god 'Ima

Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back,
And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,
It's te beautiful

your eyes
I'm a poltergeist
I'm so precise
U ate all the pies
You can't see me creeping by
Can't tell me no reason why I'm Super nice
With it
I'm sick

You on a cruise eating a Goose with the head of a Moose hanging back
And I appear tryna tighten The loose noose of your neck

Wanna know how I

and am led by a heartbeat
I'm just paving my path see me loading my gun I'll be leaving a crime scene
Enter the game as Gothic & now all of a sudden they

remains of the deceased
Fasten bones into armor pieces
When I arise
Looking like the Skull Knight stepping on the scene
Quite a sight to see
The gargoyle