[Intro]

Hit-Boy

[Chorus]

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 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 this long, last this long?

Platinum cars with our ratchets on

Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on

[Chorus]

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 (Oh!)

[Verse 2]

Murciélago 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

Buckin' 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]

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

[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)