[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