For My People

[Intro]

Here we go

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]

The E-R-I-C-K-S-E-R-M-O-N

I'm dark-skinned, pack a MAC

Ten more minutes and I'll wreck the whole damn set

Smash (Yeah), you ain't seen shit

That's 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 won't miss, I have a scope, no joke

And you should hope a disco appearance, light broke

Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin'

Duck MCs, I'm bum rushin'

Swift with the trig', there's 'nough 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 with 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 2: PMD]

Check out the main attraction, Black man in action

Number one crowd mover, I break backs in

Boy, you should've known what EPMD stands for

Sucker snappin' necks, bustin' caps, and breakin' jaws

It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars

Excel, living well, takin' 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 **** charge, mugshot on file

For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine

No Sansui, don't shoot joints, pack a TEC-9

Yes, the brother's back with no knife or axe

Just a microphone, sucker, and lyrics that pack

Deathblows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes

Sounds that pound hard to make an MC petrol

My nine mil' kitted with the infrared beam

Somethin' similar to a Roger Moore scene

That's James Bond, 007 with guillotine

To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team

Don't bug on this, bug on the sequel

'Cause this shit I kick is strictly for my people

[Outro: PMD]

Yeah, my man LL Cool J in the house

My man Kevski, James Ellison, ED

And SESU, boy, in effect

Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks

D-Wade still gets paid

PMD's in effect, boy

Peace to pop duke

Clockin' ****

Yeah