Epmd - Nobody's Safe Chump Lyrics
(erick sermon)Ah yeah, its the home of the microphone master, houdiniIm dope, some dont believe meUnless, I stress and bust a cap from steelAim for the dome, show em that Im real hardcoreThe underground rapper whos wreckingI pack a smith and wesson on my right sectionIm strappep, at all time, jackNine mills to gap, for a punk suck new jackI must stay focus and keep my mind openThe worlds mass confusion, there mad guns smokingFor punks trying to get respect and yearningMess around and catch a bad one from erick sermonIm serious, boy, but not jermaine jacksonI also have a 12 gauge shotgun for actionSo chill, back the hell up and get a gripGet off that, thinking that youre all that real quickLike the rude boys saidIts written all over your face, punk, nobodys safeNobodys safe chump, so keep your doors locked(4x)(pmd)Its the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring? joys of funk? , produce a song to make my fans singSinging, swinging, hum along, thump my rap songI bet I get wreck on a dl, then the ps gonePoof, no phonebooth, cape, or tight suitDress in all black, black skullcap, black down gooseTo hide the mockbird, word, wit the pistol gripSqueeze em quick, show whos crossing wit the loose lipCuz loose lips sink ships, dont need a ship to catch a nine clipI aint going out on some bull----Bankshot, corner pocket, now watch me rock itCant mock the rap style so, boy, stop it(so whats the name)john doe, k its a slow flow? swiss miff? , crazy, the boys locoLike neon deion sanders, call him primetime(its the new style) time to get mineCuz nobodys safe in the fast pace of the rap raceSo keep your hoodies on and your boots lacedNow Im out, beaming back to the boon doxNobodys safe chump, so keep your doors locked
