Album: Chilltown, New York
Nope, it’s E don’t trip
Word to Cam’Ron, man my Set stay Dipped
We rock Nike Airs, the flyest wears, yeah
We got Flavor man
I’m the Music Man
Who gave Marvin Gaye’s wife two hundred grand
Man, ask Quincy, I’m that dude
So please don’t get me confused because
Boy you in trouble
Guns pack a couple, a one-man SWAT team
By any means, pull a Malcolm
House 'em have 'em screamin Shelton, he Nope, I’m the Bandit
That Green Eyed cat, boy from way back
Who set trends, the youngest nigga in rap with a Benz
Rag-top with rims, that was me stupid!
I’m not him
(It's E-Dub, it’s not who you thought he was)
(He's flyer than you thought he was)
So I’m back to reclaim my name because
I’m a 15 year vet
Type of rapper, 15 year stretch
The one who made it happen rappin
Got it crackin rappin, keep the paper stackin, yeah
I’m hip-hop elite
The one who signed Redman, the one who signed Keith
The one who made the beat that locked down the corner
Hardcore, that’s my persona, geah
Nope, I’m the E The other half of the group of EPMD
And my track record so mean
This here underground bounce so hood, fuck mainstream
You can’t get with me I rock spots and leave a TLC «Unpretty»
And now it’s «Ugly,» Bubba Sparxxx scene
Real dirty and grimy with the Squad behind me Nope, I’m the master
I’m the man’s man, the rapper’s favorite rapper
The ultimate, none get close to it
I’m Erick, I’m the one you supposed to pick
I keep it gutter on tracks
«Regulate» like Doc Dre’s brother
I’m Warren in rap, I drop bombs to-day
You lay like U-day and Qu-say, yeah
The MC Grand Royal
On the microphone, and New York’s my home
Long Island zone, where I roam
Like phones in Buffalo, geah — you know!
Go 'head, talk about me I don’t care since my label dropped me And I returned like Makaveli
In a new stretch Caddy, watchin «Belly»
I’m not him
(It's E-Dub)
(It's E-Dub, he’s not who you thought he was)
(It's E-Dub)
(It's E-Dub, he’s not who you thought he was)