Verbal Murder 2 Lyrics - Big Punisher

Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo' 

From git-go, yo yo 

Aiyyo it's such a shame 

All these dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game 

But what it bring, nuttin' but pain 

and one in your fuckin' brain 

Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin' 

I'm still violent I've been waitin' for this moment 

like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer 

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 dared to try now prepare to die 

I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any 

Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance? 

I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact 

Fully backed by bullies who be peelin' caps 

I sack the rapper like linebackers, play my rhyme backwards 

You can hear the Devil 

Speak his mind with fine graphics 

Things get drastic, Express for my plastic 

I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick 

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 

Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like the color purple 

My niggaz comin' through and still hurt you 

Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs 

We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's 

Don't really care 'bout y'all, really 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 thuggin' it 

Snatchin' niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin' it 

Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot 

Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit 

Yo so bust what happen?, Remember the unknown's a clap-man 

Cat stackin', move out the hood that's in 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 Dunn 

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 words or I'm the minister 

What? 

Verbally I catch bodies 

Let's separate the men from the boys, guru 

Verbal attack, Cappadon 

Big Pun, Punisher, Noreaga, nore, Pete Rock 

Common Sense, com 

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'm still before the 

Jury, explainin' why I was in a gun orgy 

He was fuckin' wit me, I ain't no duckin' MC 

With the knowledge there's a lil' thug blood in me 

This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to 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, country rapper, or big wheel 

I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back 

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" 

Yo, Yo 

Big Pun, Noreaga 

Com Sense for the nine eight 

Get it straight