(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 strappep, at all time, Jack  Nine mills to gap, for a punk suck 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  ?Joys 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 mockbird, word, wit the pistol grip  Squeeze em quick, show who's crossing wit the loose lip  Cuz loose lips sink ships, don't need a 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  ?Swiss miff?, 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