Lyrically Fit

Lyrics

[Intro: Various] Yo, yo, Elaquaz Gates speaking Y'all know me Once again, we definitely do not need no hooks (Word up) No hooks This is the TWIsMer symphony 'Til infinity! Yeah! What you want? Yeah, check it, check it Something like this, check it [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo, why you rhymin' like you killin' niggas You ain't never feel a trigger Screamin' that you real, but you're still beginners I make examples out you ample rappers Smack you, make you trample backwards Catch you fallin' flat then strap you back in Pampers That's a sample just to let you know Test me and invest in souls Especially on some flesh meats that was left on skulls Those opposing, holding grudges, will be holding crutches Motherfuckers blasting me, that's blasphemy, I'm old to roughage Who's the toughest? As rough as they come, I'll snuff 'em Any one of you bluffin', my name ain't Punisher for nothin' Keep huffin' and puffin', I'll blow your face in When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis-ing Chasing po-po out of puerto town, loco 'til I part the ground In my coffin tossed into the lost and found Down in deep beneath the weather in my leather job Six feet forever, half-asleep—Bronx niggas never die [Verse 2: Chris Rivers] I be the orphan maker, off the coffin breaker, awesome organ shaker Work invader, Jordans flossin' often and the chocha taster Clique vodka knickerbocker, wicked boxer, sickest monster March, Scala uppercut them thick sponsors you dick-chompers Incredible tendencies, dragon blood in the pedigree Immortalized in every rhyme, beat you down for like centuries Impressin' me? Barely! Your life is not necessary I'm Peter Pan to you fairies, nefarious action bearing Criminal, lyrically I'm parallel, you're minimal Keep on talkin' shit, I'll put your body with the minerals Grow a tree, known to be explosive—see, no holdin' me Fix a thousand blunts so you can kinda match my potency Ocean-deep inside your mom's esophagus Gargle it and hock a spit Shut up, little nigga, give your moms a kiss Pitiful, and we never stumble on the lyrical Even if we stutter, we will still sh-sh-shit on you [Verse 3: Cormega] You know exactly what you dealing with, a captivating lyricist Who get it in with a pen or extended clip, killin' it Like children in the city of God, we rock Timberlands While chilling on villainous blocks, you not built for this Infinite skill is genuine, realism Apparently I give you a clear picture So you understand I'm not playing with you, better ask somebody Go by my men who show me love, loyalty, and respect Or your family crying as you lying That's my word I'm standing by The red dot on your head will leave you absentminded For acting live, the man who's wiser advances higher If you think life's a bitch, the passion's dying You lack the fire to satisfy, the smasher-riders Thinking they can see me are merely blinded by their denial It's a clear reminder, there's levels, I continue rising You and your feelings are for women, I have the finest [Verse 4: Shaquille O'Neal] My caliber's incredible, Shaq is a regular Hunting down your sector or moving like the Predator Camouflage injecter-a, rhyme rector-a Front-line connector of drastic measure-a Round One recommender-a in the splendor of In my crib I create, send your ass upstate I'm remarkable, remake, you remind, I retake I was born this great, you reenact your fate Fool, niggas in the boroughs better activate Expeditiously, Shaq will get loose on breaks Twenty-four hours, seven days a week My God, tell me what y'all know about me I blow up your block like a M-80 A blockbuster, whether or not my style's gutter Niggas talking shit, damn, y'all can't fade me You the past, bro, gone like the '80s [Verse 5: Easy Mo Bee] Break it down, Shaq, a few of these emo got that back black From Brooklyn to Orlando, we play, top-of-the-stacking 'em We racking 'em, tray two on the knapsack, click-clacking 'em With caliber, having a good time getting back at 'em TWIsM, get wism, recognize the O'Nealism Soul survivor, I strive, more beats is what I give 'em I live 'em, eat, swallow, and breathe one, heard you need one Word is bond, put that down on my only seat, son Running full-court, five mics in The Source Elbows and knees, please give respect to the boss The on-the-real, the on-the-regular, the go-for-jugular The rap smuggler, the giving-props-to-Smoothe-da-Hustler Rappin' is fundamental, sole survivor in the nation You face it, the crew next a few, man, lace 'em [Outro: Big Pun] The bigger we are, the harder we hit The harder we hit (What, nigga?) Lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we're coming out Fighting, what you're writing ain't important Not the spite, it's full extortion The bigger we are, the harder we hit The harder we hit (What, nigga?) Lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we're coming out Fighting, what you're writing ain't important Not the spite, it's full extortion Full extortion