Big Punisher - Enemies of the State (Remix) lyrics

[INTRO] Voice: DJ do it all! [Canibus] Hold up Set in the salt for my n***a Agent k**a Sha on the front line Two five shine style [Pre-Hook: Canibus with backup vocals from others] Nobody move Nobody get laced f**in' with Canibus Big Pun and Khadafi Nobody move Nobody get laced f**in with k**a Sha Big Pun and Khadafi What! [Verse 1: Big Pun] Brace yourself before you get yourself laced f**ing with the spic piece of sh** Scarface Tony Mon, rolling with Joey the only don Cartagena, co*k the nina, its on Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets I'm [?] wit lyrics spannin' for galaxies Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity Rapidly flowing, controlling the time Step over the line, I'm blowing your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, too strong and fast You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your a** I'm satisfaction guaranteed You're fiction like Quentin Tarantin' Kickin' your baddest dreams, sh** you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest We should have an anniversary to acknowledge The way I work the Ebonics I verbally vomit on all these n***as that try to get us With garbage lyrics, my style delivers outside the Outer Limits I'm like the pyramids whose every point is precise Now you know me for life, four hundred pound, Cuban flooded wit ice [Hook x2: Canibus and Tragedy Khadafi] Brace yourself before you get yourself laced f**ing with the sick Arabic Scarface We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate Enemies of the state locked behind gates [Verse 2: Canibus] Yo, yo, yo First n***a to move, get laced like shoes Its an example, so the second n***a knows what i do Where I'm from, we don't give a f** about rules we grimy {​​"You think I'd k** two kids and a woman?"}​​ ....aight motherf**er try me I'm one of the worst Scarfaces reincarnated That carving your name in the pavement sh** is outdated I go to Mount Rushmore with high powered lasers Replace all 4 of them faces with 4 facelifts One at a time, until they all look like mine A new and improved design for the 1 triple 9 A better n***a with better lyrics and better rhymes Ahead of my time I'll even put my life on the line While you in the studio writing your rhyme I'll run up in it with a hydrogen bomb singing the sacred psalm [Chant] And then I'll blow us all to hell in the name of Allah [Hook x2)] [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo You ain't a thug, screaming at the sight of your own blood I'll run up in the spot and take everything you love Masked and gloved it, the way we dubbed it you loved it Lost like an innocent child soon as the slug hit Thug sh**, wild like Geronimo Pratt I'll disarm you and stand right in front of your gat Yeah for real though n***as can't f** with my piece see It's real though you can get clapped back to BC We burn cali in QB, hashy, team be Steady extremely Islamic, atomic, rip mics like Prophet Mohammed More or less, my war techs tear your chest Hot slugs have you dripping from chest to Gortex You small minded, you can't f** with my degrees You leukemia heads, smoked too many trees Brace yourself before you get yourself laced f**ing with the sick Arabic Scarface I' a sheik, still creep, wrapped in turban Laptops in the headrest, black suburban [Hook x2]