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(PMD) Yea, Check 1,2, One time for ya mind 2 times for ya mind, PMD going braceline, bassline Prodigy, Hit Squad and the Mobb. 9-7, check it out Hey, yo, six foot and change, I still do my thang You niggaz is game, blacker skills wit the hand swing Time to black out, you act out, blow ya back out The P wit the no-look pass like Iverson and Stackhouse (Prodigy) Hey, yo, painkiller key raps, get dope off of this here shit Writing prescriptions for your addiction We doing it, yo, P, this shit is off the meter Neither him nor his man neither can top this shit hit (Chorus)(PMD) It's the P-double E-M-D-E-E(yo, it's the P) E-double pushing up lex bubble(3 1/2x) Check P, the rap vet, freak the rap tech Peep the black tech, ass bent, run, some will leave your back wet So Pmd and Prodigy will hit you hard Lace P wit the plan and let the Mobb do the phucking job (Prodigy) I kick, shit that you can feel like you're holding it Grab a hold of this, rip tight like it's your last bit Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip Lyric that's beyond the year 2000 The dominant, confident niggaz is conquering Overminding, my mom done did it again Vertical rap, straight up and down this wolf pack Or go at the whole globe, attack the map Ambassador P, we strengthly strip his sleeves of his stripes Granted for the rest of your life Now you can sit back and cherish the time that we spent The foul memory of ?timbos, bison less? (PMD) Now who's the kid claiming death wit the S on his chest Smoking cess, sounding like Meth, i guess he need press And yes, he must be insane wit no brain, on that cocaine Lying on your dick, saying you hit Jane The Punk Doctor, I gotcha, so get the boz-ile You little hostile, you end up missing like Hoffa My style's proper, extraordinaire, quite rare Excellent to the ear, so kid, you never compare Chorus
