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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eating Michelin Star, counting a million
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
Leading like Huey Newton did
**** that's how official the revolution is
Feds holding cameras up and they zooming in
Don't be surprised when **** show you they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kids
While you talking on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms, they ratting 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 this long, last this long?
Platinum cars what our ratchets on
Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on
[Verse 2]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eating Michelin Star, counting a million
[Verse 3]
Murcielago mob flow, twenty Chevy Tahoe's
And I'm sitting low, I am not hiding though
Condos in different time zones
Way before y'all was double cupping the Styrofoam
Come on dun, had to lay it down in Lamen's terms
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the 80's
Bucking like Tom Brady, balling like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiri, when all the Nike's with pennies
Killing **** with sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billy
If I sell my masters, I need a trilly
It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
And we ain't relying on no stimmies
[Verse 4]
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eating Michelin Star, counting a million
[Verse 5]
Mob shit
Legitimate
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah, insurmountable shit
Yeah
Uh, it's too serious
Written by: Nasir Jones, Chauncey Hollis
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