Nobody's Safe Chump - EPMD

Ah yeah, it’s the home of the microphone master, Houdini

I’m dope, some don’t believe me

Unless, I stress and bust a cap from steel

Aim for the dome, show em that I’m real hardcore

The underground rapper who’s wrecking

I pack a Smith and Wesson on my right section

I’m strapped, at all time, Jack

Nine mill’s the gat, for a punk chump new jack

I must stay focus and keep my mind open

The world’s mass confusion, there mad guns smoking

For punks trying to get respect and yearning

Mess around and catch a bad one from Erick Sermon

I’m serious, boy, but not Jermaine Jackson

I also have a 12 gauge shotgun for action

So chill, back the hell up and get a grip

Get off that, thinking that you’re all that real quick

Like the Rude Boys said

It’s written all over your face, punk, nobody’s safe

Nobody’s safe chump, so keep your doors locked (4x)

(PMD)

It’s the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring

Droids of funk, produce a song to make my fans sing

Singing, swinging, hum along, thump my rap song

I bet I get wreck on a DL, then the P’s gone

Poof, no phonebooth, cape, or tight suit

Dress in all black, black skullcap, black down goose

To hide the mossberg, word, wit the pistol grip

Squeeze em quick, so use caution wit the loose lip

Cuz loose lips sink ships, don’t be the ship to catch a nine clip

I ain’t going out on some bull----

Bankshot, corner pocket, now watch me rock it

Can’t mock the rap style so, boy, stop it

(So what’s the name) John Doe, 'K it’s a slow flow

Swift Smith, crazy, the boy’s loco

Like Neon Deion Sanders, call him primetime

(It's the new style) time to get mine

Cuz nobody’s safe in the fast pace of the rap race

So keep your hoodies on and your boots laced

Now I’m out, beaming back to the boon dox

Nobody’s safe chump, so keep your doors locked