classic. its diff with the pitch alter tho

old school

Comptons Most Wanted | This Is A Gang (1992)

From the EPMD Rampage VLS, as ripped by CRDS for The Remix Files compilation. http://www.longislandrap.com/2014/06/epmd-remix-files.html

EPMD - I'm Mad (DJ Scratch Jazz Mix)

EPMD - Head Banger (Remix Radio Edit)

Big Bad Wolf (Lyrics)

Big bad wolf, bitch, I’m kickin’ in the door, up the pole, take they soul, I be fiendin’ to kill more
Mask on, black gloves when I’m creepin’ in for war, cracked his dome, let it blow, left his dreams on the floor
More bloodshed, ‘nough said, I’m comin’ to up it
Bitch, I’m on your ass like a tuffet
Masked up, black fit, I don’t need to bluff shit
One wrong move, get slumped, no discussion

Scope hit his dome, left him gushin’
I ain’t mean to give the man no concussion
We come hittin’ hard like, percussion
Silencer on it, so it sounds like nothin’
Slide in the dark, my heart don’t feel nothin’
Gloves on tight, no prints, no fussin’
Pop out the cut, turn brains into stuffin’
Catch him at the light, no time for adjustin’
Hollow tips hot, his chest got to bustin’
Dyin’ with pride? That’s not up for discussin’
We bring the smoke, no bluffin’, no rushin’
Tag on his toe, now his name’s in the function

Drag his body with aggression
Left his soul split into sections
Kept him bleedin’ when we crept in
Like these bars it’s gotta set in
Ain’t no pleadin’, ain’t no question
Aimin’ steady, pure precision
Torch his crib, complete the mission
Then we vanish, no suspicion
Fuck you bitch, I put my dick inside yo’ bitch touchin’ her ribs wit’ it
Never gave a fuck, they notice I be sick wit’ it
Said she love the way I talk, I got her lit wit’ it
Every time I spit, it’s pressure, I don’t miss wit’ it

Told her wipe her mouth, I’ve never been the type to even kiss a bitch
Every time I talk, it’s venom, I won’t switch for shit
Left her man, she beggin’ me spit on her clit and shit
Sent her home, I had her grinnin’ while he kissed the drip
He a simp and a bitch, he sick, when he went down, bro basically kissed my dick
I’m a prick, I’m a lick, but I bet that I ain’t missin’ shit
Bitch, come show me that I’m finished then
If you want smoke, then come get it
Been too quick to up and end ‘em
Not the same, not my synonym
In her mouth like I’m cinnamon
Figure first, I’ll flick and kill ‘em
Been too busy but I’ll drill ‘em
Bitch, I been chasin’ a billion, uh
Keep it tucked, I grip like Michelin
Slide with wolves, no middlemen
Catch him slippin’, I ain’t missin’ him
Stretched him out, no discipline
Told that hoe, don’t get too into him
She just drool when I be spittin’ gems
Now her man mad, yeah, I fuckin’ pity him
I’m so sickenin’, bet she’s missin’ it
Give her dick just to dip and dismiss the bitch

Talk slick, get clipped, I don’t miss a hit
Treat his face like a script, let it rip through it
I don’t text her I just stretch her then I dip again
Ain’t no pressure I just press it then I spin a Benz
He gets bold, we expose what he’s really in
Turn his flex to a fold, now he’s missin’ limbs
I’m too slick with the words, got her grinnin’ thin
She got pride, but she cries when I’m slidin’ in

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