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letra de it's my thang '99 - epmd

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[keith murray] (dj clue)
yeah, what up, yo it’s mr. keith murray
the lyrical lexicon, the matador metaphor (new sh-t)
wit my n-ggas redman and the epmd, the squadron (it’s my thing ’99)
nawsayin? one time for dj clue, check it out (stupid)

aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard
the squad go to war like general custer
i just lost my a-alike, and i’m takin it hard
and havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

[erick sermon]
first of all, i’m the e of epmd
rockin the player way like eightball & mjg
squadron, my cl!ck be fully armed
i got dough, my account be fat and formed

[redman]
drinkin a beck’s, all day i think about s-x
got the gaze to knock the “a” off your ‘virex
who am i? d-o, my m-o is f-ck p-o
luv ta f-ck ya, f-ck ya, f-ck ya, f-ck ya

[pmd]
aiyyo i detonate on impact
so n-ggas better get back
the playahaters stay off the d-ck, p ain’t wit that
the blunt, i split that, bust a four wit the kick back
no need to stress that chickenhead n-gga, already hit that

[keith murray]
i put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder
give the hardcore n-ggas something they could be proud of
i get out of hand like i lost my arm
decipher the head of c-cipher like voltron

[erick sermon]
who got wins? those that be hard pretend
you got sk!lls? come here, let me tap that chin
bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring
i’m well promoted, and don’t even know don king

[redman]
call me the sam c-ssell, shots two minute on the clock
cops know the sl handle well
can tell by the nails you frail
we can battle till your girl big -ss feet out them chanels

[pmd]
aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop sh-t aggressively
my recipe, mixed wit stress and n-ggas testin me
consecutively, five golds so technically
you n-ggas got a long way to go to catch the pmd

[keith murray]
aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
make a mothaf-cker catch a cardiac arrest
live out the fresh fest, one of the best
i asked my n-gga red alert, he said “yeesssss”

[erick sermon]
i intimidate mc’s from the throwing of my vocal tone
it don’t work, i show em the chrome and flash the greens
coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on street scene

[redman]
i welcome n-ggas like kotter to the night marauder
pull out my gat, you’ll be like “aaagh!!” like godfather
i hang small, but when i’m hard i’m gigantic
in fact, my big–ss d-ck sunk the t-tanic

[pmd]
an mc m-ssacre, got a cl!ck and crew ready to blast at ya
(why these n-ggas mad, p?) cuz we the masters (clue!!)
we catch you n-ggas wit gl-ss, and who you gon askin
like you gaspin, backin up while p’s blastin

[keith murray]
i’ll be like “roof!!” get at me dog like dmx
keith murray pack a black tech
and i don’t give a f-ck, i can’t be touched
females jump in my flow like double-dutch

[erick sermon]
my technique, knock n-ggas off they feet (why)
i’m ultimate, like the f-ckin break beat
it’s my thing, back wit the sequel
hold my squad down wit the chrome desert eagle

[redman]
yo, i go back like straps, puttin lee patch where your knee at
puff wit mi-das, and no civics wit the ski racks
shut n-ggas down that be tryin to win
i’ll be like ” wha what what!” like i’m from cnn

[pmd]
so peep the thriller of manilla, wreck sh-t like godzilla
drink old english, can not stand miller
mc’s cold rockin till the party’s through
then they tap me on the shoulder and say “this bud’s for you”

[dj clue] -echoing-
dj clue, the professional, uh-huh

- epmd

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