For My People Lyrics by Epmd

For My People Lyrics

    Hereeeeeee we go....

    Verse one: erick sermon

    The e-r-i-c-k s-e-r-m-o-n
    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

    (pmd gives shoutouts)

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