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Tracklist jejich zbrusu nové nahrávky „King’s Disease II“ se nakonec zastavil na patnácti stopách, s tím, že součástí díla jsou také Charlie Wilson, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie nebo YG.
Bbarak.cz si dovoluje přiložit dvě skladby, u nichž se domnívá, že by vás mohli zajímat přednostně. Jednou z nich je „Nobody“, v níž se nám zjevila Lauryn Hill, s jejímž hlasem už se autor těchto slov setkává dobré čtvrtstoletí.
„Remember calls with Dr. Dre
He told me ‘Don’t let the palm trees fool you n*gga, be safe’“
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Tou by možná šlo nazvat i společné setkání Nase, Ericka Sermona, Parrishe Smitha a Eminema. Ano, byť jsou EPMD i Eminem ve hře mraky let, ještě nikdy jsme je neviděli v jedné oficiální skladbě na stejné palubě.
Vše si představujeme tak, že newyorské pásky z Long Isladnu nadchla Nasova pocta formou pár měsíců starého songu „EPMD“ a v rámci výměny komplimentů se domluvili na tom, že spolu něco udělají.
Výsledkem je „EPMD 2“ a aby byl výsledek ještě o něco překvapivější, povolán do zbraně byl Slim Shady, jenž ve své verzi rozdal docela dost shout outů. Však si ti poslechněte sami…
King’s Disease II
Tracklist:
1. The Pressure
2. Death Row East
3. 40 Side
4. EPMD 2 feat. Eminem & EPMD
5. Rare
6. YKTV feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & YG
7. Store Run
8. Moments
9. Nobody feat. Ms. Lauryn Hill
10. No Phony Love feat. Charlie Wilson
11. Brunch on Sundays feat. Blxst
12. Count Me In
13. Composure feat. Hit-Boy
14. My Bible
15. Nas Is Good
„Nobody“ s Lauryn Hill
VERSE 1
If Chappelle moved to Ghana to find his peace then I’m rollin
Where the service always roamin’ I’m packin’ my bags and goin’
It’s a challenge in that, it’s a balancing act
Visit beautiful places that’s more out here than the trap
Houses in Long Island they always found ‘em
House in the South a n*gga barely got out
Sunny LA
Remember calls with Dr. Dre
He told me ‘Don’t let the palm trees fool you n*gga, be safe’
Me and my higher self, we often would speak
Somehow we lost the connection, might meet at Joshua Tree
And it’s been bothering me
Too many wavy women, gotta log outta IG
Can’t be my age DM’ing
No kidding
It’s hard to move like a civilian
I write the truth ‘cuz I live it, not like you musical n*ggas
We did it big and they bigots
They’d rather shoot than write tickets
What it feel like to go get it
What it feel like to go missing
HOOK
In one city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn’t know problems
Some place to be nobody
VERSE 2
My dog bought a plane said ‘let’s go to Paris’
That’s where baguettes are from
French bread, that’s long and narrow
I like the other definition, rectangular carats
The concept of this song is rather esoteric
This girl said in Grenada we should go get married
Broke the meaning down of the Virgin Mary
And you got your own place
My favorite part of the night when you text me that you made it home safe
I’m contemplatin’ at the homebase how I’m used to breakfast in the ghetto sippin’ OJ
That’s a picture right there, a moment in time
Before anybody wanted a photo of mine
Before the internet energy and social decline
Destroyed the vibe foolin’ us with the headlines (keepin’ us blind)
Vultures eat you alive (the key to the signs)
Wishin’ I’d find
HOOK
One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn’t know problems
Some place to be nobody
VERSE 3
All my time has been focused on my freedom now
Why would I join ‘em when I know that I can beat ‘em now
They put their words on me
And they can eat ‘em now
That’s probably why they keep on tellin’ me I’m needed now
They tried to box me out while takin’ what they want from me
I spent too many years living too uncomfortably
Making room for people who didn’t like the labor
Or wanted the spoils, selfish behavior
Now let me give it to you balanced and with clarity
I don’t need to turn myself into a parody
I don’t do the sh*t you do for popularity
They clearly didn’t understand when I said I get out apparently
My awareness like Keanu in The Matrix
I’m savin’ souls and yall complainin’ ‘bout my lateness
Now it’s illegal for someone to walk in greatness
They want the same but they don’t take risks
Now the world will get to see it’s own reflection
And the anointed can pursue their own direction
And if you’re wrong and you’re too proud to hear correction
Walk into the hole you dug yourself f*ck a projection
See me in my freedom taking all my land back
They sent a lot against me thinking I’d just stand back
I got my legs beneath me, I got my hands back
A lotta people sabotaged they couldn’t stand that
I turned the other cheek, I took blow after blow
There’s so much crisis in the world ‘cuz you reap what you sow
When you keep what you know is meant for someone else
The ditch you dig for them you must just end up in yourself
I’m in the secret place
I keep a sacred space
They keep showin’ their hands, but keep hidin’ their face
If I’m a messenger you block me then you block the message
So aggressive, the world you made is what you’re left with
Pride and ego over love and truth is living reckless
Yall n*ggas got a death wish, the stupid leaves me breathless
OUTRO
Some place to be
Yeah
Ain’t duckin’ nothin’
Just might have to build my own city where yall need a real n*gga passport to enter
Ms. Hill, we ain’t goin’ nowhere
They gon’ have to deal with us
Make ‘em uncomfortable
Yeah
„EPMD 2“ s Eminemem a EPMD
VERSE 1
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow all you n*ggas get deaded
They don’t give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a rottweiler got over the block trauma
So Wat Cha Sayin’ n*gga You Gots To Chill
Thinkin’ you the truth really you not for real
Back to back wit’ it the hardest sh*t of the year
VERSE 2
Remix
EPMD we back in business
Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with us, come to your senses
P is the second coming of God something to witness
Piece of sh*t fly on your head like Mike Pence’s
We in the trenches
I’m mad, better yet I’m on a Rampage
My people can’t even get minimum wage
F*ck a stimulus
Give me some interest
Give me a loan
Give me a home
Get me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass BLAOW one in your dome
Best wishes ghost ‘em like he Tommy
Ain’t worried bout nothing cuz Hit Squad behind me
HOOK
EPMD 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 3
Dun
I let it go for the family
Meetin’s at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my Masterclass, Escobar
Feet up in Mets stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers they couldn’t grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County
Got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia
Made her body amazing
Just to post it on Tumblr
This that f*ck up the summer sh*t, I don’t care what you comin’ with
Me and Hit-Boy runnin’ sh*t
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now, yeah
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house
She gettin’ scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where Hip Hop is buried
I said it was dead but in fact it’s death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter look like sauce and spaghetti
VERSE 4
Ready?
EPMD we’re back in business
Livin’ in cramped conditions will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves I got shells like Taco Bell and I’m not gon’ fail I got no L’s (noels)
Like Christmas you don’t wanna make the claws (claus) come out
Y’all should call yourselves Santa ‘cuz none of y’all are real
Not a single one
Like a dollar bill
Just like your b*tch in appellate court she’s on a pill (appeal)
We got her a bond and she’ll, never bail on me not even outta jail
EPMD but me I gots no chill
Just a lotta skrill
Lady my paper’s so crazy
I just tossed a mil’ out the window of my mobile on the f*ckin’ freeway on the way here
Like Rudolph and his homies when they’re pullin’ the sleigh yeah
That’s a lot of bucks flyin’ when I’m makin’ it rain dear
Green on me but no weed shorty just these darling
A pocket full of pills some are Tylenol 3 prolly 2 or 3 molly
So some are E which reminds me of rap summary mami
My theme song me and P always used to play that sh*t on repeat all day so please call me
Big Daddy plus I got the Kane and Lean On Me
MC’s I’m eating you B-*-T-C-H’s like tortilla chips
Me I’m free of debt yeah green is on Chia Pet
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at it’s peak OCD and PTSD I guess
RIP out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey, Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee
MF DOOM I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him cuz I don’t even know when I’m gonna see him next
Tomorrow could be your death (bring that beat back)
Yeah and this sh*t ain’t for the faint cuz the brain’s illa trained killer danger deranged
And I drank all the Dayquil I blank on the paper
Then wait ‘til the page fill up
Hate spiller shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq’ I just pray for the day
When I’m able to say that I’m placed with the greats
And my names with the Kane’s and the Wayne’s and the Jay’s and the Dre’s and the Ye’s and the Drake’s
And the J-Dilla’s, Jada’s, Cool J’s and the Ra’s
And amazing as Nas is and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age Hip Hop and the name of this song is
HOOK
EPMD 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
