Short Fuze & Uncommon Nasa - "EPMD" (from Autonomy Music) - Video
PUBLISHED:  Jul 20, 2016
DESCRIPTION:
Written by Short Fuze & Uncommon Nasa, Produced by Uncommon Nasa. From the collaborative LP, Autonomy Music, Purchase here: http://www.uncommonnasa.com/autonomymusic

Lyrics:

Short Fuze:
Hooray for the clueless/throw your guns up and do something foolish/I'm here to show you where the doom is/not enough bodies on my movement/commissioned NY to do this/my city didn't think I could prove it/Psychodrama on my side/a young buck viewed as a nuisance/tighten up the nooses/choking out the loose ends/fame is diluted/mechanical stale mate/beef with label mates/sucker MC's eating off my dinner plate/conversation for sinners sake/let me reiterate/I will obliterate, incinerate, any physical matter state/Baserker Fury heavens gate/watch the razor blades slash your face/violence I've seen replenished death/where I'm from you gotta know your lit/or feel the burn inside your chest/rest from the loop I was stuck in/Nasa percussion carries the weight of andromeda/barrel heads rocking with Uncommoners/don't make records to profit up/mother fuck the populus/I'm here to reassert my dominace/and resurrect like Common Sense/

Uncommon Nasa:
I set the table, willing and able table settings
Made from Red & White like Long Island kitchens
These humble beginnings set in motion decisions
Intrinsic, intuition that birthed a label
I'm sorry I never pulled out your chair
Maybe it was the dark stares, distant fears
But I was never aware when we were all in here and out there was cold
It's Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled into one
Mashed Potatoes, Mac N Cheese and wish bones
Blow out the candles, Happy Birthday, smile for the camera
Shake a hand, you got the talent to
Take this skill to the Next Level, like Salt N Pepa
Spiced rich enticing, No diet until ya dying
Diabetes, dying in feces, Pisces for weakiings
Steak for the champions, my aching hands just...
My heart's just not into it, the pressure got to me
No matter the doctor's I see they all say less stress
Take your dessert to go, it's all rapped anyway
Like there's any say, now to clean up my mess
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