Classic Verses (drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4) Lyrics - Endangered Species - Big Punisher

Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad 

But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence 

Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up 

If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs 

Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us 

Unofficialness, everything we outside you wish you was 

Official thugs in the drug profession 

Drug connections, drug addictions 

Still seein' the judge for drug possession 

The four-D's, all these is more reas' 

To either get big or leave and let live 

We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else 

We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the shelf 

I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze 

Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze 

And blast the back of your knees 

Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster 

My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa 

You're gettin' closer to death 

Reaper's got a hold on your breath 

You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh 

You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed 

Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick 

Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin' 

Like you said on your album 

I thought you was wildin', bustin' 

Your guns and runnin' the island 

You was't violent, you was silent 

Tryin' to get college credits 

How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics? 

I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics 

My matureness is my insurance 

Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit 

You gotta fear it 'cause every last gem is poison 

You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join 'em 

I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Holy Gospel 

I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils 

Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours 

Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours 

Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God 

The Squad and T.S., out with the B.S., we platinum 

They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid 

Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars 

Holdin' it down, walkin' around with gold by the pound 

Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown 

Talk of the town, soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown 

Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground 

Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip 

You keep playin' and I get furious quick 

And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto 

Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil 

I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit 

Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit 

I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura 

Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack 

It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act 

My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back 

I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu 

With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose