Never Watered Down

By PMD

On Business Is Business

Released on October 22, 1996

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[Hook]


[Das EFX & Nocturnal] [x2]

It's coming live from the underground, squad never watered down

Keep it real, Timberlands and ice grills

Never jiggy, we hold it down, no diggy

This is how the docks represent, we get busy


[Verse 1]


[Nocturnal]

The Noc cocks it, shooting missiles out of cockpits

Dangerous like wet fingers fucking with electric sockets

When I rock shit similar to pipebombs, tight rhymes

Shine like full moons in nighttime

In disguise, fools get ate like bean pies

From hungry FOI's in suits and ties

You'd be surprised


[PMD]

The Microphone Doctor, the microphone rocker

Knock knock, they get to fuck wit

Nigga, and suck dick, the musket

Peep so we can flip it, manipul'

That nigga fronting, Noc, clip him

My name is Parish but you can call me MD

Rugged MC, you lose your life fucking with me


[Hook]


[Verse 2]


[Nocturnal]

The Noc rips it, turning mics into biscuits

I get open like condoms before I dips it

Ballistic impact, stalking the night like hungry cats in the jungle, Prepared to rumble

By any means, camouflage teams to rob the scheme

Twisted green, half my crew broke

We're in, police at the scene


[PMD]

To each his own, rolling like the Stones

Lyrics and microphones, Benz with the chrome

Hydro to the dome, oh shit, I'm in the zone

Spirits and tombstones bring forth my street poems

So all you steelpackers, keep it real, rapping niggas slacking

Best to chill before something real happen


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Nocturnal]

The Nocturnal, here to greet ya

Diving deeper than submarines

My ave is laced with my team

Different huddles, higher than fucking space shuttles

My star triumph like Arnold, I'll be back!

With a loaded dutch, for the puff, no dust

Trying to get this cheese like Pizza Huts, in the crust

Stuffing chrome, cause everyday I'm in the zone

My shadow is known to rock a cypher off the dome

Break of day, I like the way the full moon display the night

My soldiers owning stars and stripes

Of war, a team doubts they hardcore

We shatter the sword to explore, to keep it raw

From the ep, I charged up my silhouette

Now you's on, with microphones and black TECs

And Timb's and Goretex, wetting reps and washing reps

Like biceps hit the set

Uhhhhh!


[Hook] [repeat till fade]