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Hereeeeeee we go....



Verse One: Erick Sermon



The E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N

I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10

More menace and I'll wreck the whole damn set

Smash (yes) you ain't seen *shit* yet

Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack

In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack

A safety, for the suckers that hate me

I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately

I hope not, it's no fun getting shot

Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot

I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin

You should hope, that disco appearance like broke

Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin

Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin

Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped

Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shit's thick

I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by

A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump

By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima

Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her

I manage to damage people without a sequel

This is for my people



Verse Two: PMD



Check out the main attraction, black man in action

Number one crowd mover, I break backs in

Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for

Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws

It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars

Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother

to whine while I dine, sounds genuine

You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine

Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring

From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing

Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial

For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file

For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine

No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine

Yes the brother's back wit no knife or ax

Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack

Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes

Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol

My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam

Something similar to a Roger Moore scene

That's James Bond, 007, wit guillotine

To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team

Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel

For this *shit* I kick, it's strictly for my people



(PMD gives shoutouts)