Generation Efx (feat. EPMD) (LP Version)
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Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
All my sister pants in the air
Yeah, uh-huh
Know what I mean
Bring it to me now
Ha, crazy-crazy
Yeah, Scoob-Doo
Generation EFX
Yo, Diggy Das, EPMD, what the deal?
Yo, yo, yo
Biggedy-back from vacation
Here to rock the whole nation
Diggy Das, EPMD invasion
Damned if I don't, damned if I do
Biggedy-one-two, comin' through
Biggedy-rockin' through, roll the official
Launch the missile
Blow the whistle at the artificial
Biggedy-make sure the shots hit you
Forget you like amnesia
Biggedy-puff the reefer, cheeba
Das came to please ya
Took a breather, now we back, son, time for action
Zone out, zone down, satisfaction
Biggedy-back by popular, hip-hoppin' ya
The Hit Squad, Def Squad still rockin' ya
'Cause every time we rock a rhyme, we get your mind open
The mic's blazin', smokin', leave you chokin'
With dope maneuvers, boondocks plus the sewer
We bring it to ya, a nightmare like Freddy Krueger
So call me drama, trauma, slash comma
No wonder I'ma eat tracks like Jeffrey Dahmer
From Def Jam to East, West, check my street reps
No weak steps or rest where the tomb's kept
Check my repertoire, mansion on the reservoir
Eatin' caviar, ayo, I'm really tryna do this, pa
EPMD and Das EFX cold blazin' it
No fazin' it, got the whole world chasin' it
The skill show up, never Rocky like Balboa
The ill flow-er, came back because we owed ya
Another go-round, grab the mic, put the flow down
Record mode, C-Minus-7, we 'bout to blow now
Represent my generation
Here we go
All we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go
All we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Biggedy-yes, yes, y'all
To the beat, y'all
No matter what the game, before you walk, you got to crawl
Long-term planning, I make it bounce like a Mars landing
Flash the cannon, and let the music play like Shannon
And feast your eyes on what you never thought you'd see again
Diggedy-Das and iggedy-EPMD again
X amount of skill, we build and puff trees
Original Hit Squad camp, so stiggedy-suck deez
All my niggas squeeze triggers, get hot, we freeze niggas
The street key figures, can't fuck with these niggas
Biggedy-show stopper, been off the Baileys and the vodkas
Biggedy-dread, not a Rasta, I'll be back, hasta
What the deal is, son? Ain't this some shit?
Cats frontin' 'fore I even come out this bitch
You forget who we are? Recognize, we sparked the biz
Then spit the game to the kids
Now you wanna act like my crew never happened
I paved the way for rappin', last era (Whatever)
You can say what you want, I'll sit back and flaunt
The money, the jewels, the hoes, the clothes
You know, friends and foes can tell you so
About the lyrical, spiritual, more rich than miracle
Fly individual, EPMD and Das EFX
Mic checkin', psych checkin'
Represent my generation
Here we go
All we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go
All we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go
All we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go
All we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough