Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For My People , by - EPMD. Song from the album Business As Usual, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.12.1990
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
For My People |
| 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) |