(Erick Sermon talking)   Ah, yeah yeah yeah   Funkmaster flex yeah the final chapter   Volume 3 understand that squadron; Das Efx, Keith Murr   Redman, and Nocturnal, Epmd '98   Understand that, new year, new chear, new cash flow   Understand on the 1 2 yeah    Feel me on this one..unh, unh   (verse 1)   We up in d-n-d making it happen, once more   I'm lookin' for the fugees to split the score   Nahmean? I'm out for the dough no less   When I got 100 mil to spend, there's no stress   And you cats kill me,   It takes more than dreams to fulfill me   Y'all feel me   Cock the automatic, I'm systematic, michael jackson screaming   And those emcees not beleiving   I get up and I wreck em quickly   Black-out, no doubt, you won't even beleive ripley   Don't shit me, I see right through your frame, it's frail   You and your crew live a tall tale   The squadron understand that ED   The black human being   The green-eyed bandit, come inside, and let me show you what it's about   Like sean puffy combs when there's no way out, nigga      (Parish Smith talking)   Yeah, epmd, funk flex,    (verse 2)   Yo, volume 3, final chapter gotta blast ya   Crash ya, total ya frame, when I smash ya   You get plastered, trying to fuck wit the master   The emcee slasha, stock bond and check casha   Been rappin for neons, crushin peons   Nice like deion, '98, EPMD's on   Grand finale, from New York, back to Cali   Ghetto stlye, for the projects in the street alley   Funk flex, desert eagle with the teks   Teflon vest, hollow points, with the silver tips   Tires crome, red leather for the benz whip   Diamond bracelet, plus some others for the wild pit   Squadron shuttin' shit down in a hurry   Epmd red noc das plus keith murray   (parish talking)   Word Up   Epmd   Erick sermon   Parish smith   For the '98 final chapter    Volume 3 funk flex