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EPMDNas

Released: February 12, 2021

Featuring: Hit-Boy

Songwriter: Hit-Boy Nas

Producer: Hit-Boy

[Intro]
Hit-Boy

[Chorus]
EPMD, 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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
EPMD, 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!)

[Verse 2]
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
Buckin' 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

[Chorus]
EPMD, 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

[Outro]
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)

Nas

Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones, known to one and all as Nas, is one of hip-hop’s best-known, most mercurial, and lyrically blessed figures ever to touch the microphone. Since his heart-stopping debut turn on Main Source’s “Live at the Barbeque,” Nas has delivered countless beautifully structured, thought-provoking, keenly observed verses.

Growing up in Queens, NY, Nas never really performed in big crowds—he kept to himself. Nas used a different type of vernacular that others didn’t understand, which helped him to stand out from other rappers from his era.

With every ensuing album, Nas always reminds fans that he’s still the same Queensbridge MC who crafted one of the greatest albums of all time, and arguably the bible of Hip-Hop, Illmatic.

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