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