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