Something similar to a Roger Moore scene
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
That's James Bond, 007, with guillotine
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick

From Brent wood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a Tech Nine

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

Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
You should hope that disco appearance like broke
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
For this shit I kick, it's strictly for my people

Got dropped on by U.S.A. and like cleaned her

Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol

Sucker snappin' necks, bustin' caps and breakin' jaws
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
Yes the brother's back with no knife or axe
I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin'
The E R I C K S E R M O N
Number one crowd mover, I break backs in

To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
Check out the main attraction, black man in action
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin'
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
'Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by

You walked in the wrong camp, punk, stepped on a land mine
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
And I'll wreck the whole damn set

I manage to damage people without a sequel
This is for my people
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam

Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
I hope not, it's no fun getting shot
A safety for the suckers that hate me
I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10 more menace
To whine while I dine, sounds genuine
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
Smash, you ain't seen shit yet
For some bullshit charge, mugshot on file
Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin'
It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars