Number one crowd mover, I break backs in
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin'
From Brent wood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
I hope not, it's no fun getting shot
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately
To whine while I dine, sounds genuine
I manage to damage people without a sequel
Got dropped on by U.S.A. and like cleaned her
For some bullshit charge, mugshot on file
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
Yes the brother's back with no knife or axe
That's James Bond, 007, with guillotine
A safety for the suckers that hate me
Something similar to a Roger Moore scene
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
You should hope that disco appearance like broke
'Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
Smash, you ain't seen shit yet
I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10 more menace
And I'll wreck the whole damn set
The E R I C K S E R M O N
You walked in the wrong camp, punk, stepped on a land mine
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
This is for my people
Sucker snappin' necks, bustin' caps and breakin' jaws
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin'
Check out the main attraction, black man in action
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a Tech Nine
I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin'
