Verbal Murder 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Pun] Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo' From the git-go, yo, yo [Verse 1: Big Pun] Ayo, it's such a shame, all these dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game But what it bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still wildin', I'm still violent I've been waitin' for this moment like Phil Collins For all my life, I've been trifer than trife Hyper than hype when fightin' to fight It's like tonight is the night And I ain't even tryin' to let a nigga slide I've been dyin' to get a gat I dare to try — now prepare to die I rush your crib like a Jehovah's Witness Blow up any soldier, infants Hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance? I'm so relentless in this field of rap Everythin' is real in fact, fully backed by bullies who be peelin' caps I sack a rapper like a linebacker, play my rhyme backwards You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics Things get drastic, I thrust for my plastic I pack clips between my nuts and my fat dick [Chorus: Pete Rock] Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a verbal murder like this Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit Every cat wanna be enormous Plottin' on the next one, murder one Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a verbal murder like this Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit Every cat wanna be enormous Plottin' on the next one, murder one (The next one, the next one) [Verse 2: Noreaga] Ayo, my whole circle make you feel it like "The Color Purple" My niggas comin' through and still hurt you While y'all Kleenex cats will stay full of germs We hit Fifth Ave., while y'all still hit Stern's Don't really care 'bout y'all, barely hear bout y'all Yo', on our side, we do our thing Play the cut, let the phone ring Pete Rock connect team From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thugging it Snatching niggas out of the booth, unplugging it Strange Fruit, my niggas live to shoot Yo, it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit Yo, so bust—what happen? Remember the unknown's clapping Kept stacking, move out the hood into Manhattan Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded Yo, the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it Yo, I heard son, son is rockin' iceberg, thun Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would Head mad swollen, flamboyant, this man golden Yo, the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger Better respect my word like I'm the minister What? [Scratches] "Verbally I catch bodies" "Let's separate the men from the boys" "Verbal attack" "Big Pun," "Noreaga," "Pete Rock," "Common Sense" [Verse 3: Common] Yo, we just begun the story, Com, Pun and Nore Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me I'm after the day of judgment, I stood before the— Jury, explainin' why I was in a gun orgy He was fuckin' with me, I ain't no duckin' MC With the knowledge, there's a little thug blood in me This stud bumped into me (What), beef it was finna be My appetite for destruction is finicky He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes Rocked Adidas, but he had no stripes I could tell in high school that he had no fights Hold dick better than he hold mics He spiked his punchlines with current events Called for backup like one-time when he heard it was Sense That deliver words with intents to kill Whether the hip-hop type (Who?), country rapper or big Will I peeled some raps back (What), that peeled his cap back (Yeah) Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked In the center of the party, his crew identified the body Left him signin' the wait-list sayin', "I can't take this fake shit" [Outro: Pete Rock] Yo, yo! Big Pun, Noreaga, Com' Sense for the '9-8 Get it straight