Nas – EPMD (ft. Hit-Boy) (Audio, Lyrics)

Nas & Hit-Boy collaborate on “EPMD”. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy and mp3 download the song produced by Hit-Boy.

Nas & Hit Boy Epmd

They already created magic when they joined forces on Nas’s last album King’s Disease, so they decided to get together one more time for the Judas and The Black Messiah soundtrack. We previously reported on Jay-Z and Nipsey Hussle’s “What It Feels Like” entry to the star-studded compilation, and another standout among the many included is “EPMD” from Nas and Hit-Boy.

This track, much like the others on the soundtrack, effortlessly supports Judas and The Black Messiah, a Black Panther-centered film that stars Daniel Kaluuya and LaKeith Stanfield. Nas speaks about the errors people make in the streets by mishandling information, especially in our social media-driven culture.

Nas – EPMD (ft. Hit-Boy) (prod. Hit-Boy)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit-Boy

[Chorus]
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million

[Verse 1]
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 Huey 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 kid
While you talkin’ on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain’t a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms they rattin’ on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it’s Babylon, took the property over since Hampton 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

[Chorus]
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million (Oh!)

[Verse 2]
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 in layman’s terms (Yeah)
Want me to turn up a notch? 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
Will 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’ (Few billi’)
If I sell my masters I need a trilli’ (Need a trilli’)
It was go get it, now it’s gimme (Run it)
And we ain’t relyin’ on no stimmies

[Chorus]
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million

[Outro]
Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn’t even calculate this shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Insurmountable shit
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) it’s too serious (It’s too serious)