Lyrics to EPMD
(Hit-Boy)

E.P.M.D., we back in business (We back in business)
I visualize what it is not what it isn't (Not what it isn't)
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen (Next to the kitchen)
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' the millions (Countin' the millions)

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 Louie 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 kids
While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platform, stay rattin' on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon
Took the property over, it's empty, 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

E.P.M.D., we back in business (We back in business)
I visualize what it is not what it isn't (Not what it isn't)
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen (Next to the kitchen)
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' the millions (Woo, countin' the millions)

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 and lay him his terms, yeah
Want me to turn the panache, 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
Buggin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD
Real 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' (A few billi')
If I sell my masters I need a trilli' (I need a trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies

E.P.M.D., we back in business, (We back in business)
I visualize what it is not what it isn't, (Not what it isn't)
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen, (Next to the kitchen)
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' the millions (Countin' the millions)

Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's some audible/mountable shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
It's too serious (It's too serious, it's too serious, it's too serious)