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Artiste : Nas
Titre : 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
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 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 shit 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´ niggas 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 shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn´t even calculate this shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Insurmountable shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) it´s too serious (It´s too serious)