Verbal Murder 2

(альбом: Soul Survivor - 1998)

[Intro:]
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo yo

[Big Pun:]
Aiyyo, it's such a shame
All these dick riders trying to corrupt the game
But what it bring, nutting but pain
And one in your fucking brain
Ain't nutting changed since the album
I'm still whyling, I'm still violent
I've been waiting for this moment like Phil Collins
For all my life, I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fighting to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
And I ain't even trying to let a nigga slide
I've been dying 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 peeling 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, Express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick

[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

[Noreaga:]
Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple
My niggas 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, rarely 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 a clap-man
Cat stacking, 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 rocking 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"
"Verbal attack"

[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'm still before the
Jury, explaining why I was in a gun orgy
He was fucking with me, I ain't no ducking emcee
With the knowledge there's a lil' thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me, beef it was fing 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 signing the wait-list saying, "I can't take this
Fake shit" [*echoes*]

Yo...
Yo!
Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight
Get it straight