EPMD, Nocturnal - Dungeon Master lyrics
[EPMD, Nocturnal - Dungeon Master lyrics]
Yeah, EPMD, yeah, Nocturnal
(Nocturnal cats) a yo check it
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
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
Shit's 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
(Nocturnal cats) a yo check it
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
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
Shit's 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