Symphony 2000 EPMD, Redman, Method Man, Lady Luck

[00:01.03] [Pmd]yeh. erick sermon. epmd. check it [00:08.09] [E-dub]redman. method man. lady luck. def jam [00:11.99] [Pmd]erick and parrish millenium ducats [00:13.99] Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*). [00:17.26] Uhh. yo! [00:21.06] I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine [00:22.93] I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine [00:25.54] Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york [00:28.14] To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want? [00:30.42] Remember me? you punk faggot crab emcee [00:32.98] Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p [00:35.68] Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo [00:38.20] Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through [00:40.74] Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm [00:43.20] Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron [00:45.87] I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel [00:48.46] We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools [00:50.97] Next up! [00:51.97] [E-dub]yo I believe that's me [00:53.33] [Pmd]yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony [00:55.80] [Erick sermon] [00:56.93] Yo p! [00:57.40] Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot [00:59.02] Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot [01:01.13] E hustle, and muscle my way in [01:03.04] Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin [01:06.04] Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it [01:09.11] Then leave them like -- who done it? [01:11.36] Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now [01:13.78] When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, wow! [01:16.06] Yo! i get looks when I'm in the place [01:18.69] That's that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarface [01:21.27] Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya [01:24.15] Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a [01:26.68] If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial [01:28.84] Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style [01:31.32] Next up! [01:32.22] [Red]yo yo it's funk d.o.c. [01:33.88] [E-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony [01:36.37] [Redman] [01:37.14] Hehahhh! yo yo [01:37.26] Did you ever think you would catch a cap? [01:38.75] Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? [01:40.94] Yo did you ever think you would get robbed [01:43.60] At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? [01:46.36] It's funk doc, you know my name hoe [01:48.51] My style dirty underground, or ukraine po' [01:50.87] When it hits you, pain pumps kool-aid, through the vein and shit [01:53.93] Snatch the trap then I dash like damon did [01:56.48] Doc, walk _thin red lines_ to shell shock [01:59.11] Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops [02:01.84] Hydro? got more bags than bellhops [02:04.02] Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture [02:06.71] Papichu', slayin crews in icu [02:09.86] Battlin, usin hockey rules [02:11.96] For keith murray, doc gon' cock these tools [02:14.45] Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool! [02:16.91] I just do it like nike, outta 'bama [02:19.77] With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! [02:22.02] Yo next up [02:23.40] [Meth]it's the g-o-d [02:24.33] [Red]yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony [02:26.93] [Method] [02:27.37] Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose [02:29.59] Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels [02:31.90] Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues [02:34.81] _Hardcore_! to make them brothers act fool [02:37.02] Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff* [02:39.52] Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff* [02:42.30] Feelin like the mack inside a cadillac seville *screech* [02:44.89] Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro! [02:47.16] The sky is fallin - geronimo! [02:49.76] I feel my high comin down. lookout below! [02:52.24] Aiyyo! dead that roach clip and spark another [02:54.81] Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like parker brothers [02:57.27] I rock for the low-class, from locash [02:59.81] The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash [03:02.22] Yeah yeah, the God on your block like godzilla [03:04.84] Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy i'ma kill her [03:07.24] John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban [03:09.31] Wu-tang clan, numba won! [03:12.65] In the whole nine, I hold mine [03:14.38] Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff! [03:17.43] Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just meth [03:19.96] That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less [03:22.55] [All]next up! [03:23.59] [Lady] I believe that's me [03:25.02] [All]bastard! [03:26.16] [Pmd]get on the mic and rock the symphony [03:27.57] [Lady luck] [03:27.85] Mrs. stop drop and roll, rocks top the told [03:30.26] Hot, even though dames is froze [03:32.60] Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes [03:35.17] Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes [03:37.53] Y'all better change your flows, hear how luck spittin? [03:40.20] Stay drunk-pissed in the s-type, stay whippin *screech* [03:42.97] When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin [03:45.45] It's written, we in the game but ball different [03:47.72] Point game like jordan, y'all play the role of pippen [03:50.20] Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin [03:52.85] Man listen, stop your cryin and your bitchin [03:55.51] Like e and p's last cd, you're out of business [03:57.97]