Nas – Epmd

Nas – Epmd Lyrics

Artist: Nas
Song: Epmd

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
n#gg#, that’s how official the revolution is
Feds holdin’ cameras up and they zoomin’ in
Don’t be surprised when n#gg#s show you they true intent

Ruthless, they’ll tie up your wife and kid
While you talkin’ on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain’t a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms they rattin’ 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 as long last this long?
Platinum cars with our ratchets on

Laid back, oxblood 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 (Oh!)
Murcielago mob flow, ’20 Chevy Tahoe
Then I’m sittin’ low, I am not hidin’ though
Condos in different time zones (Time zones)

Way before y’all was double cuppin’ the styrofoam
Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman’s terms (Yeah)
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah)
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse

You know my thoughts get crazy, think about sh#t from the ’80s
Buggin’ like Tom Brady, ballin’ like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies

Killin’ n#gg#s for sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi’ (Few billi’)
If I sell my masters I need a trilli’ (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 sh#t (Mob sh#t, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn’t even calculate this sh#t

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Insurmountable sh#t
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) it’s too serious (It’s too serious)
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From the album:
Judas and the Black Messiah: The Inspired Album [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021