I'll Wait
PMD Lyrics


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(feat. Lavell, Roland Harris)

[PMD]
Ah... yeah.. check it, 9-4 (yeah)
Turn it up one notch
Yeah, this goes out to the brothas in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)
All the brothas to the east coast, west coast (word)
Sittin in them cars, you know what I'm sayin' (word 'em up)
Ready to blow them amps, yeah hit them bass buttons
To all the get low posses, you know what I'm sayin'
Zone 7 in the house (word 'em up) Word bond
Got my man Lavell to the left, my man Roland Harris ridin' shotgun
And of course DJ Scratch on the 1 and 2 (yeah)
Yo, Lavell, you ready to flip dough in 9-4? Sic 'em, champ

[Lavell]
I'm snakebitten, spittin' venom infected with the outrageous
Contagious spreadin', nobody's protected
Microphones floatin' freely through zones, crushin' clones
So don't disturb me and the Mic Doc, searchin' real domes
Push the button, helter skelter, guard your mental
Shit's past the point, on the brink not blinkin' is essential
Niggaz blast the joint, niggaz blastin' niggaz while I'm blastin
Spastically out of electric sockets rarely seen like Hailey's Comet
What was that? Bring it back. What was that? Shit was tight, fat
All that new vocabulary get the bozack
Squad, the Def Squad, your brain is numb
Lavell Bass, Roland Harris and Parrish Smith stomp that cranium

[Roland Harris]
While brothas swingin' they paws often, knowin' who it is, it's teleportic
Me, I'm Roland Harris, he's movin past the Lavell staff
His only images of a god is, yo, when you see the
PMD rolled a massive squad yo if you peter
See me no jack joke to jack rope-a-dope, no no no no
We got bloody palms suddy, fuckin' already knew that though
Crazy is the peels the reals going to ace you over gills
The most fucked up shit's about to hit the streets, which is worse, G, Me
Oh, they givin' out guns, yo. Gun control bills
But they called Big Ro ill, causin' our brothas to sit back and chill
Until align the squad G, free the squad in me
Fire exquisite looking feature, meager. And if anyone tries to
Put out these flames our chairs we throw 'em, pistol smoke, then BLAST
At last, you know who to hand the cash, the brotha with the black hoodie
Brotha AR fatigued, should he, nigga play post rhyme
Time me, 70 worst as we burst out in 84 contact go pussy
And we out, G

[PMD]
I'm sittin' in the crib, wonderin' where a sunset's at (Ha, Ha, Ha...)
I'm crosstown in the zone with my hand on the gat
Yeah, I got this. That's why they call me Swiss Smith, no bullshit
Strictly biz, not havin' it
It's too many rap hits for niggaz to be checkin' me, I'm wreckin', see
Zone 7 on the track with PMD
Up after hours, gunnin' niggaz down at the watchtower
Deep like Malcolm, deadly like gun powder
Sat back strapped, while brothas try to attack
Time to react, 'cause the Hit Squad ain't havin' that

[vocal sample]
Hit Squad in the house, Parrish Smith representin'
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Check check it out, check check it out
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Is this the best that you can make?)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)

[Roland Harris]
My niggaz making triple figures and we out to bring terror in all our pictures
I'm always lifted when I enter the 7-digit, I'm blistered
I grab beats and break bottles and widely stick it
I pull out brains and sockets and examine it, frizziness and wickedness
Roland Harris' and his device is like a rifle, it's crazy vital

(Yoooooooowwwwwww!)

[PMD]
Back from the darkness, 'bout to spark this microphone
Niggaz tryin' to reach me but no one's home
I'm not that same nigga that bust that jam, that Gold Digger
I'm in the zone, looking at the real picture
Strike three, K'in' niggaz like a pro pitcher
So take a look at daddy, 'cause I'm representin'
From Brentwood, Long Island, Brooklyn to San Quentin
Niggaz trippin', bitin' my business formats and techniques like rabies
Juggle these, what, nuts, hard to fade, see
Nuff respect to Russell Simmons, peace from PMD
I'm out like Arsenio, that nigga's swayze

[Lavell]
I flip for those who lost their mind, must've crossed the line
And saw the other side and tried to slap some rastas comin' to find a ride
Normals dressed in jackets frontin' like it's warm. It's not
It's hot. You'll sizzle internally rot, you stinkin' blood clot
These rugged styles I flip a while
And if I step into a different schizophrenic ego see those bodies file
Body bags fill up, I kill crews and I abuse you
Connivers and labbers I stick you with the Phillips screw
Driver, why the violence trap, so I snap
Hurl and unfurl with violence, fall out like hair on steroids
When I'm p-noid, Like PS it's void
I'm-a disperse a verse that's planted to bitch
'cause that's the shit that makes my squad hit

[vocal sample]
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Is this the best that you can make?)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)

[PMD]
Hit Squad
Zone 7
Niggaz stay jeal'




Hit Squad
Peace Rockafella.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of PMD's "I'll Wait" are full of imagery and powerful language that paints a vivid picture of the rapper's environment and state of mind. The first two verses are divided between his collaborators Lavell and Roland Harris, who each contribute their own unique style and perspective to the song. Lavell's verse in particular is full of violent imagery and references to snakes and venom, which creates a sense of danger and aggression. Roland, on the other hand, speaks in more abstract terms, mentioning "teleportic" powers and a "massive squad."


Line by Line Meaning

Ah... yeah.. check it, 9-4 (yeah)
Let's get started with this song, it's 1994 and we're ready to make some noise


Turn it up one notch
Let's increase the volume and intensity


Yeah, this goes out to the brothas in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)
This song is dedicated to all the brothers in Brooklyn


All the brothas to the east coast, west coast (word)
Shout out to all the brothers on both the east and west coasts


Sittin in them cars, you know what I'm sayin' (word 'em up)
For all the people sitting in their cars, let's get ready to vibe


Ready to blow them amps, yeah hit them bass buttons
Get ready to turn up the volume and feel the bass


To all the get low posses, you know what I'm sayin'
For all the crews who like to get down and party, let's get into it


Zone 7 in the house (word 'em up) Word bond
Representing Zone 7, let's show some love


Got my man Lavell to the left, my man Roland Harris ridin' shotgun
Introducing my friends Lavell and Roland Harris who are with me


And of course DJ Scratch on the 1 and 2 (yeah)
Shout out to DJ Scratch who is on the turntables


Yo, Lavell, you ready to flip dough in 9-4? Sic 'em, champ
Lavell, are you ready to show off your skills in 1994? Go for it


I'm snakebitten, spittin' venom infected with the outrageous
I'm on fire, delivering powerful lyrics that are infectiously outstanding


Contagious spreadin', nobody's protected
My music is spreading like a contagious disease, and no one is immune to it


Microphones floatin' freely through zones, crushin' clones
I dominate the rap game, crushing all the imitators and clones


So don't disturb me and the Mic Doc, searchin' real domes
Don't interrupt our flow, we're looking for real talent and genuine artists


Push the button, helter skelter, guard your mental
Press play and hold on tight, it's going to be chaotic and mind-blowing


Shit's past the point, on the brink not blinkin' is essential
We've reached a level beyond comprehension, and it's crucial not to miss a beat


Niggaz blast the joint, niggaz blastin' niggaz while I'm blastin
People are causing chaos and violence, and I'm expressing myself through my music


Spastically out of electric sockets rarely seen like Hailey's Comet
I'm unleashing my creativity in an electrifying way that is rarely witnessed


What was that? Bring it back. What was that? Shit was tight, fat
Repeat that incredible moment, it was amazing and impressive


All that new vocabulary get the bozack
All those new words and rhymes are impressive and deserve recognition


Squad, the Def Squad, your brain is numb
We're the Def Squad, and our music will blow your mind


Lavell Bass, Roland Harris and Parrish Smith stomp that cranium
We three artists together make a powerful impact on listeners' minds


While brothas swingin' they paws often, knowin' who it is, it's teleportic
While other rappers are trying to make a name for themselves, we already have a strong presence


Me, I'm Roland Harris, he's movin past the Lavell staff
I'm Roland Harris, and I'm surpassing Lavell in skill and talent


His only images of a god is, yo, when you see the
Lavell's notion of a god is when you witness his greatness


PMD rolled a massive squad yo if you peter
PMD formed a large group of talented artists, and if you underestimate them, you'll regret it


See me no jack joke to jack rope-a-dope, no no no no
Don't mistake my seriousness for a joke or a trick, I'm all about authentic skill


We got bloody palms suddy, fuckin' already knew that though
Our hands are covered in blood from all the hard work and battles we've been through, but we already expected it


Crazy is the peels the reals going to ace you over gills
The intensity and authenticity of our music will surpass anything you've ever heard


The most fucked up shit's about to hit the streets, which is worse, G, Me
We're about to release some groundbreaking, controversial music that will shock the world, and the question is who will be more feared, G (gangster) or me


Oh, they givin' out guns, yo. Gun control bills
The government is promoting gun ownership while also trying to pass laws for gun control, it's a contradiction


But they called Big Ro ill, causin' our brothas to sit back and chill
Despite acknowledging Roland's talent, it's causing our fellow artists to become complacent and relax


Until align the squad G, free the squad in me
We need to come together as a unit and unleash our true potential


Fire exquisite looking feature, meager. And if anyone tries to
We bring an extraordinary and impressive performance, effortlessly. And if anyone tries to


Put out these flames our chairs we throw 'em, pistol smoke, then BLAST
If anyone tries to extinguish our energy, we'll respond with aggression and force


At last, you know who to hand the cash, the brotha with the black hoodie
Finally, you know who to give your money to, the brother wearing the black hoodie


Brotha AR fatigued, should he, nigga play post rhyme
Brother AR is tired, but he's still delivering powerful verses


Time me, 70 worst as we burst out in 84 contact go pussy
Time it, I'm delivering rhymes that are as fierce as a 70's style combined with the intensity of 1984, don't underestimate me


And we out, G
And we're done, peace


I'm sittin' in the crib, wonderin' where a sunset's at (Ha, Ha, Ha...)
I'm sitting at home, wondering where the time is going


I'm crosstown in the zone with my hand on the gat
I'm in the neighborhood, ready and armed


Yeah, I got this. That's why they call me Swiss Smith, no bullshit
I'm confident in my abilities, that's why they call me Swiss Smith, without any deception


Strictly biz, not havin' it
I'm all about business, not interested in anything else


It's too many rap hits for niggaz to be checkin' me, I'm wreckin', see
I've delivered so many successful rap songs, no one can deny my skill and impact


Zone 7 on the track with PMD
Representing Zone 7, I'm collaborating with PMD on this song


Up after hours, gunnin' niggaz down at the watchtower
Staying up all night, taking out my competition at the highest point


Deep like Malcolm, deadly like gun powder
My words go deep and have a powerful impact, just like the legacy of Malcolm X and the explosive nature of gunpowder


Sat back strapped, while brothas try to attack
I'm relaxed and ready, while other rappers are trying to come at me


Time to react, 'cause the Hit Squad ain't havin' that
It's time to respond, because the Hit Squad won't tolerate any disrespect


Hit Squad in the house, Parrish Smith representin'
The Hit Squad is here, and I'm representing Parrish Smith


(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
I can't stand weak and unoriginal ideas


Check check it out, check check it out
Pay attention, listen closely


(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Weak ideas bother me, they're not worth my time


(Is this the best that you can make?)
Is this the best you have to offer? I expected more


(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Again, weak ideas irritate me, they're not up to par


My niggaz making triple figures and we out to bring terror in all our pictures
We're making a lot of money, and we're determined to bring fear and dominance to everything we do


I'm always lifted when I enter the 7-digit, I'm blistered
I feel high and powerful when I see a large sum of money in my bank account


I grab beats and break bottles and widely stick it
I aggressively take control of beats and make my mark on the industry


I pull out brains and sockets and examine it, frizziness and wickedness
I dissect and analyze the thoughts and creativity of others, looking for inspiration and intensity


Roland Harris' and his device is like a rifle, it's crazy vital
Roland Harris and his music are like a powerful weapon, it's essential and impactful


(Yoooooooowwwwwww!)
Expressing a shout of excitement and energy


Back from the darkness, 'bout to spark this microphone
I've returned with a vengeance, ready to ignite this microphone with my lyrics


Niggaz tryin' to reach me but no one's home
People are trying to connect with me, but I'm not available


I'm not that same nigga that bust that jam, that Gold Digger
I've evolved and grown since my earlier hits, like the song 'Gold Digger'


I'm in the zone, looking at the real picture
I'm focused and seeing things clearly, understanding the reality of the situation


Strike three, K'in' niggaz like a pro pitcher
I'm succeeding in taking down my opponents, just like a professional baseball pitcher


So take a look at daddy, 'cause I'm representin'
Pay attention to me, because I'm representing my crew and myself


From Brentwood, Long Island, Brooklyn to San Quentin
I represent multiple locations, including Brentwood, Long Island, Brooklyn, and San Quentin


Niggaz trippin', bitin' my business formats and techniques like rabies
Other rappers are copying and imitating my style and strategies like they're infected with rabies


Juggle these, what, nuts, hard to fade, see
I'm skillfully handling and executing my rhymes, it's challenging to compete with me


Nuff respect to Russell Simmons, peace from PMD
I show my respect and gratitude to Russell Simmons, sending out peace from PMD


I'm out like Arsenio, that nigga's swayze
I'm leaving now, just like Arsenio Hall, he's gone


I flip for those who lost their mind, must've crossed the line
I make music for those who have gone crazy or lost their way, maybe they've done something extreme


And saw the other side and tried to slap some rastas comin' to find a ride
They've had an awakening and tried to confront some Rastafarians looking for guidance


Normals dressed in jackets frontin' like it's warm. It's not
People who seem normal are pretending that everything is fine, but in reality, it's cold and harsh


It's hot. You'll sizzle internally rot, you stinkin' blood clot
The truth is intense and painful, it will burn you from the inside and expose your flaws


These rugged styles I flip a while
I switch up my rough and aggressive rap styles for a period of time


And if I step into a different schizophrenic ego see those bodies file
When I embrace a different persona or mood, people pay attention and follow along


Body bags fill up, I kill crews and I abuse you
The casualties are piling up, I'm defeating other rap groups and treating them with disdain


Connivers and labbers I stick you with the Phillips screw
I expose and punish those who plot and scheme against me, using a Phillips screw as a metaphorical weapon


Driver, why the violence trap, so I snap
I'm driven and motivated by the violence around me, so I respond aggressively


Hurl and unfurl with violence, fall out like hair on steroids
I unleash and manifest violent energy, exploding like hair falling out due to steroid use


When I'm p-noid, Like PS it's void
When I'm paranoid, it's like a PlayStation game that lacks fulfillment


I'm-a disperse a verse that's planted to bitch
I'm spreading and distributing a verse that's meant to criticize and confront


'cause that's the shit that makes my squad hit
That's the type of music and energy that defines and showcases the talent of my crew


(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Weak ideas irritate me, they don't match up to my standards


(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Once again, weak ideas don't impress me, they frustrate me


(Is this the best that you can make?)
Is this the best you have to offer? I expected more from you


(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Weak ideas continue to annoy me, they're not worth my attention


Hit Squad
The Hit Squad is here


Zone 7
Representing Zone 7


Niggaz stay jeal'
Other people are envious of us


Hit Squad
The Hit Squad is here


Peace Rockafella.
Sending peace and greetings to Rockafella




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Straight outta lava Bottom

Beat is sickening 🔥🔥🔥🔥😳😳😳

Vic Vega

This was straight war!!!! The flow was raw and heavy!

palex starks

Great posse cut,and the beat is treacherous . The last MC steals it though

sam C

you shoud try to listen on wax , damm killa one

7ToRnAdOeS

Always been one of my favorite posse cuts ever 🎤

palex starks

Mine too...The beat is ferocious

Lewis JONES

7ToRnAdOeS FUNKADELIC BROUGHT ME HERE WHAT A HARD ASS BEAT!

Beto Hausse

Bons momentos 🇲🇿

Robert Tanner

i still have my album...Shade Business

cashino

R.I.P Roland Harris from Zone 7

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