Nobody’s Safe Chump EPMD

[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