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(And flow) Okay Yeah, it's about that time again Check it Yes (Uh-huh), uh EPMD, uh (Yo) Yeah (The dynamic duo) Music, please (Flow) Huh, hold on, huh (Yeah) Mic Doc (Goddamn) Can I think of a rhyme slicker? Think of a rhyme quicker? Draw a line in the sand like "Crossover", you get the picture More to reality than lyrical scriptures Back again, with the bandit Erick Sermon (Yo) You want it? Y'all got it, yo, Dub, pass the bourbon No drunk drivin' or swervin' (Cops could be lurkin', come on) Get our point guard, Kyrie, Curry, Julius Erving (The team's back workin') Uh, the Green Eyed Bandit and I'm back again I'm like a bet in Las Vegas, I'm all in Who want it with the hip-hop duo reppin' the suburb? Ain't nobody up in this bitch is sayin' one word That bucket hat, that Timberland boot, that's me That hoodie, that underground, that's P Rolex watches, we came in the game wit' 'em Letras de cancionesBenzes, and we had matching chains wit' 'em, uh (Flow) EPMD (Who wan' come down? Come test me now) (Flow) EPMD (Who wan' come down? Come test me now) Mic Doc True indeed, EPMD got a need for speed Got the pedal down, running top in like pole position Key in the ignition, niggas know my position You can hang (Hang), the squad roll up like "bang" (Blah) Then we roll out, leaving the mics in flames (Flow, party people) This weekend, catch me at The Beacon Thick like Puerto Ricans, pay attention when I'm speaking, uh-huh I'm blessed when I'm doing my thing Yo, rookie, why is everybody calling me king, huh? (King) This hip-hop shit we do well I be doin' it and doin' it, but I'm not LL, huh It's Dub, motherfucker, and that's Mic Doc Get too close, you might get shot (Flow) EPMD, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo, flow) EPMD (Yo) (Wan' come, wan' come test me now) Definitely don't want that smoke (Wan' come, wan' come test me now) From Letras Mania