Nobody’s Safe Chump

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon] 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 [Chorus] Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked [Verse 2: 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 Dressed in all black, black skullcap, black down goose To hide the Mossberg, word, wit the pistol grip Squeeze 'em quick, so use caution with the loose lip 'Cause loose lips sink ships, don't be the ship to catch a nine clip I ain't going out on some bullshit 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 'Cause 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