Big Punisher - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

*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 ma**acre's on as if Pica**o 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 pa**es 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 n***az 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 n***az 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 n***az 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 who*es I'm the masked enforcer out for the cash and the cho-cha Smash the c**a, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff I don't give a f** 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, a**ault 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 n***a 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, n***az 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