EPMD – K.i.m. lyrics

Album: Back in Business

[Redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo
I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation happening before you shoot it
Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop
corks I pop New York with a dot til import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it
Shut your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours
Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon

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