Big Punisher - Legendary Cypher lyrics

[Yasiin Bey (Mos Def)] Fake, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claiming they hard be mad f*gs So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they a**es sent to them Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then a**emble it! Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee You see me? [DMX] Yo n***as don't know so I gotta flip It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get Barks like a pit scratch when I hit We both know you p**y but you stay talking sh** What I'mma have to do dog, run up in yo mess Catch you while you comfortable put one up in yo chest One up in yo vest, of course they the hollows You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow I'mma go platinum (nah) you gots to be kiddin' WHY Make it double platinum, no bullsh**tin' And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows Strippin' ho's, gettin dough let me go And n***as know, who the best is The dog, DMX is the rest is or might as well be helpless I wreck this cause when I wreck sh** I might snatch a n***as necklace Then go from like midnight to breakfast [John Forté] Yo, yo My Alma mater is the rooftop Back in '85 With summer cookouts To crack lookouts Mega-hookers with pocketbooks out The corner's where we hung out My uncle that was strung out Beef during the drought And all the guns that we brung out n***as hustle for cloud Brownsville street type bouts Blackouts, ultra-lootin' Door to door army recruitin' Drug lords continue shootin' In weathers And come Novembers Sleep in red snow Where n***as bled so The spot control Gold-chains with diamond-links Makes product in kitchen sinks Think tanks Matching to banks Stuck up b**hes actin' stank Gun-play without provisions Went on twenty-type collisions Weed spots getting took When po-nine run the jooks Crooked beats crooks Be lurkin' hurtin' To catch a body workin' To say they perks when It's a n***a-head they burstin' First and last I'll lock your block then smack that a** Cum-laude and street-wise Slide fast [Mic Geronimo] Alright I'm in fascination with the shorter words Turn to audible Put a little more to it Try to blow through See it's like the way you think And I've been made to endure I floored rap like [?] [?] Gangs, straightaways Moving out of buckets, some change Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King And I'm soaring k**ing words they couldn't explain Spark flames, so it burn slow Feeling me every bit As much as Dutch know though, a ransom My thumbs crush My motivation lands where the guns bust I know myself and the law we might trust Mic like a cold-brush Goin' front porch to the street Movin' through this life of speed Tryna square and exonerate They're hear to eat Besides that Dude you got me feeling the beat It's like this Freestyle off of the cap With my n***a Big Pun Cause he bust mad raps That's DMX We rock this sh**, no doubt With my n***a Canibus Let me show you how Now we get down to the specifics The Heineken I be grabbing up the mic before we rhyme again What time again? Don't talk to brainless such People around the way Tell me that I smoke too much I'm rolling in the Dutch That's the thing I do While I'm chilling with my n***as From the Q.U The zoo n***as Ride, we like gorillas and such While we ripping you through Cause we just too much Freestyle off the top of my brain I maintain Showing the motherf**ing Stress in the game Still I wouldn't break The flow fast Speedy Mc-slow Geronimo, I get the dough n***a What? [Big Pun] I shatter dreams like Jordan, a**ault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the garden I'm carving 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 whack n***a with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack Hit him 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 soul Master the flow, n***as be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King I be rapping and tongues packing the ones Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns It's Big Pun the one and only son of Tony Montana You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana C'mon pana, we need more rhymers Feel the marijuana snake bite; anaconda A man of honor wouldn't wanna 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 kind of grammar I'm pure adrenaline uncut, straight to the gut medicine Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser As smart as MacGyver to put honor inside the heart of a lion Involved with a life of crime, f** it I like the shine Up in the white and lime, comes with the pipe design Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, get the f** out Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished, say goodnight Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet Settling beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound You ever heard, desert bird player, you outta bounds You could ramble out the mouth, like you Rambo But you slouch If we battled you'd be out Without a shadow of a doubt That's the ugly truth k**ers want money booths Was my dogs coming loose? That's a bullet in your bubbly-goose f** is you talking like you crazy? Barking like you radar I'll have you call it Walking like a baby Don't try to play me cause I'm not a player Ayo, I shot the place up and pa** the heat off Like a hot potata I'm 'bout to make a million dollars But still I'm rowdy So, I hope I'll be rapping before I have to k** somebody That's how it is in the stone jungle If you known to own a bundle Guaranteed a n***a gonna mug you And no one love you when you broke as sh** Focus kid, commercials don't lie, curse you to die Closed it's it Blow your life away That's a big price to pay Forgetting to teach the kid to ride his bike Is they stupid? [Canibus] Let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a b**h move, something that a h*mo-s**ual rapper would do So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know b**hes that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showing off your body ‘cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got sk**s Mad at me ‘cause I kick that sh** real n***as feel While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you want to f** with me? n***a you crazy You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start Give me the respect that I deserve or I'mma take it by force Blast you with a fourty-five colt, make you somersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack a** verse That sh** was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life ‘Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March ninth God bless his soul rest in peace, kid It's because of him now at least I know what beef is It's not what I would call this, see this is something different A f*ggot n***a tryna make a livin' off of dissin' Somebody that he gotta know is better than him But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash then me But you ain't got the sk**s to eat a n***a's a** like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse... f** it, I'll let you kick 'em all I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud Clap, clap Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Stick you in the groin, kick you in your Vanguard award Stacks a Vanguard award In front of your mom, your first, second and third-born Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I say "Naw, he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is" A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off-hand From a lost and forgotten land You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack sh** And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it? f** that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube, I see the b**h in you And I'mma make the world see it too Straight-up and down