Hot 97 Freestyle Lyrics - Big Punisher

*Dj Scratches* 

(Bronx Queens) 

Yeah, Uhh 

No Doubt 

(Yeah Big Pun) 

Yeah Yeah No Doubt 

Yeah Lets Get It On 

Yeah 

Freestyles 

(Hot 97) 

Hot 97 

Uhh 

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact 

Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats 

Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap 

That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you 

That's... mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong 

The marriage, a bond of havoc and song 

This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you 

There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked 

in the closet of my castle of Grayskull 

I'm possum at grade school, that's how I have to debate you 

Raps are like cables, snatchin' you fatal 

That's how master degrades you 

I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my label 

snatchin' his halo 

God I pray that you send my father back as an angel 

Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' 

I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' 

I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals 

That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable 

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me 

Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery 

It pays to be amazingly flavery 

Gaze Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally 

Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you 

where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you 

New York niggaz is trigger happy, Pataki scared 

This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere) 

There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental 

While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples 

I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author 

Compatible with the average New Yorker 

A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer 

out for the cash and the cho-cha 

Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up 

If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff 

I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old 

and I've already broken every law 

I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads 

Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed 

(yeah) yeah one more yo, I'm gonna give one more for Montana 

yo yo yo 

yo yo yo 

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team 

Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden 

I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead 

So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head) 

Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap 

Cuz he ain't worth jack 

hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap 

Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack 

hand him his purse back 

I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull 

Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal 

Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's packing 

The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns 

It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana 

You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana 

C'mon-pana we need more rhymers 

feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda 

I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my persona 

Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana 

Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna 

Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma