I'm back E. Serm, no pressure
Ricochet off niggas, call me Odessa
Huh, shotgun no tec on the dresser
Whoever claims to be fresh, me and P is fresher
EPMD like WWE, tag team macks in the field of rap
Yeah from Brentwood my stompin grounds
My nine can't do it, my fifty blow shit down
Blind eye can grind no more
This ain't no pop shit, EPMD stricktly hardcore
Been there, done did it and 'bout to do it again
Stompin through it With the heavenly grin
With seven number one albums and four different artists in the top ten
Cause this here is never gonna end
Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow)
P we got that blunted (no)
Don't get too close cause you might get shot
One Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow)
E you got that? Let it (go)
Yo P, I don't need my shirt off to flex muscle
Dub I kick shit, this is Kung-Fu hustle
And not on the block, this is more like the studio
With stretch and duck, so you niggaz stop
You little bitch, you're a queen with drama
Don't let me get mad and Barack O-bomb-ya
Yeah we shut it down with the monthly ?
Now we back in effect right around the corner
(What up homey?) Sleep if you want to
(Tell 'em P) You'll be a dead man walkin
And your next stop, a deputy and a coroner (CSI)
Check the hood and don't be dramatic
When dude got hit he looked acrobatic
So I'ma call him Dominique Doors
And this is what happens when niggas try to floss
Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow)
P we got that blunted (no)
Don't get too close cause you might get shot
One Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow)
E you got that? Let it (go)
Ayo, I'm the greatest, I'm like Muhammad Ali
Islamic, not me, get robbed quickly
I'm a tripple OG Snoop Dogg said
I got two number twos boastin pomplet
Not the pencil boy, roam the tensil
Number two of the six shotter, or copper
Ayo I ain't no slacker, plus I ain't heared no bell
I ain't never catched a gun charge but I seen a cell
Thats why I slain and stay strapped
come through with a gang of rap
Master the self conscience from Prozack
From each and every angle black
Who leaving MCs craving cracks
Erick and Parrish making dollars to sell piece gold
Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow)
P we got that blunted (no)
Don't get too close cause you might get shot
One Mississippi (and) two Mississippi
(and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow)
E you got that? Let it (go)