Dungeon Master - EPMD

Yo Dungeon Master, time to draw let’s see who’s faster

Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster

You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law

Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision

Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind

Feild, take you way down, underground the Earth’s surface

A 100 leeks, flatline?

E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner

My jawa past willie, I’m higher than marijuana

My styles foreign, look at me as a Guinesse, Vietnemes

A lad overseas, clockin' major G’s

I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle

In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal

And if I let off and he gets hit

And if you miss him, go home and light a candle

Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I’m a spill when I’m spittin'

This vocal ammunition (X2)

Yo I spit ferocious, here’s another dosage

I’ll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus

On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual

Form, liver than your black college dorm

Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on

You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some Colorado

Tall bottles until my legs wobble, blow your spot

Drink lots like Freddie Foxxx, shits fully locked

It’s hotter than lava rocks

A grand entrance like when LL said «Box»

In Krush Groove, I freak the ill power move

Kid I’m on fire, flippin' on MC’s like David Banner

Changing his black tire, admire, rewarding the cordless

Cats is played out like Diadoras, nothing for this

Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends

Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons

So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher

Had your crew sayin' «We should of taped son»

Maverick, Top Gun, shootin' missiles

I prefer 40's over Cristal, hit the path out the turn style

Nocturnal’s tactics is to wild out like a T-Rex, at Jurassic Park

Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark

Rougher than Timb’s and Carhartt, check my street smarts

Plus credentials, microphones as utensils

Like spoons and forks, celebrating popping corks

Off the Moey if you felt me now you know me

EPMD and Nocturnal in your fucking code be

Yeah yeah Nocturnal son.

Nocturnal, EPMD, you know what’s up, you know

What’s up.

You know what I’m saying.

This is how we do.

Reppin' for the

Crew.

Jersey fuckin' too.

Hell yeah, hell yeah