[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it  [E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam  [PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats  Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..    Uhh.. yo!  I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine  I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine  I'll cat, slick talk, slang New York  To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?  Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee  Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P  Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo  Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through  Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm  Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron  I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel  We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools  Next up!    [E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me  [PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony    [Erick Sermon]  Yo P!  Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot  Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot  E hustle, and muscle my way in  then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin  Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it  Then leave them like - who done it?  Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now  When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"  YO! I get looks when I'm in the place  That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface  Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya  Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a  If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial  Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style  Next up!    [Red] Yo yo it's Funk D.O.C.  [E-Dub] Yo, you're on the mic to rock the Symphony    [Redman]  HeHAHHH! Yo yo  Did you ever think you would catch a cap?  Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?  Yo did you ever think you would get robbed  at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?  It's Funk Doc, you know my name HOE  My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'  When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit  Snatch the trap then I Dash like Damon did  Doc, walk _Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock  Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops  Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops  Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten PICTURE  Papichu', slayin crews in ICU  Battlin, usin hockey rules  For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools  Rollin down like dice in Yahtzee fool!  I "Just Do It" like Nike, outta 'Bama  with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!  Yo next up    [Meth] It's the G-O-D  [Red] Yo yo, get on the mic for the Symphony    [Method]  Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose  Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels  Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues  _Hardcore_! To make them brothers act fool  Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*  Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*  Feelin like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville *screech*  Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville - fi-ga-ro!  The sky is fallin - GERONIMO!  I feel my high comin down.. LOOKOUT BELOW!  AIYYO! Dead that roach clip and spark another  Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like Parker Brothers  I rock for the low-class, from Locash  The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash  Yeah yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla  Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her  John John phenom-enon, in Japan they call me Ichiban  Wu-Tang Clan, numba won!  In the whole nine, I hold mine  Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!  Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just Meth  That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less    [all] NEXT UP!  [Lady] I believe that's me  [all] BASTARD!  [PMD] Get on the mic and rock the Symphony    [Lady Luck]  Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told  Hot, even though dames is froze  Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes  Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes  Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin?  Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin *screech*  When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin  It's written, we in the game but ball different  Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen  Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin  MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin  Like E and P's last CD, you're out of business