Nobody's Safe Chump

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 & Wesson on my right section

I'm strapped 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

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



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 phone booth, cape or tight suit

Dress in all black, black skullcap, black down goose

To hide the mock bird, 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 bullshit

Bank shot, 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 prime time

(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 Boondocks

Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked