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Generation Efx (feat. EPMD) (LP Version)

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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