Chad A. Marshall - Enemy (Big L Tribute) lyrics

Introduction: "f** who that I offend. Rappers sit back I'm bout to begin" - Big L [Verse One] Don't get me started on this ma**acre See my dialogue's reflecting a higher caliber Make examples of amateurs I damage you With the wordplay Sending seven shots to your vertebrae On a Sunday In the night time From the skyline During prime time, listen How many devils have to die before they see me Watching my solar rays send holograms In the form of those that can be My infinite complexities in the night time And in my mind I'll send a d**h wish to your timeline That's d**h without the physical Spiritual mathematical My calculations aren't compatible to the new age My destiny's a manifested excellence The 90s had the Wu-Tang But from here on it's the movement Try to act like we ain't got this Find your body parts in the boxes Take me back to Africa With an AK and a full clip And I'll resurrect the mother lands With the words that I spit Listen my systematic alchemy Shoot the king up and your majesty Put a lock up on your third eye Make you think you seeing props Ayo top of the morning The god's flow is hardly retarded See I was deaf to the barking Of these sh**ty rappers Saying I'm garbage You was hardly regarded for the record I was winning regardless And for the record Disloyal a** n***as get to steppin! [Chorus: Big L] Why do I end up in so much sh**? I done came way too far to be calling it quits Jake wanna lock me up Even though I'm legit They can't stand to see A young brother's pockets get thick (2x) [Verse Two] Ayo pardon I'm co*ky Apollo Brown before he lost to Rocky You Pacquiao in his prime And even then you couldn't box with me I kept the Glock with the pocket Before I had the option Of making this music pop off I was on the block with the rocket I'm a narcissist I'm trying to beat the odds before the Parkinsons Got a couple throw away verses That are deeper than your hottest sh** I promise this That's word to all my n***as With they seats back Puffin a blunt to relax Bet a million that we make it I was the illest n***a Coming out of that wack a** scene You was stuck in the matrix I'm too iLL like honey and bacon Now your legacy's wasted A bunch of dirty business at the banquet Got you looking like a freak show What the f** you n***as thinkin Yo I ain't worried I'm eating this curry While I'm peepin the birdie I'm laughin at stories That b**hes try to hide for the glory I've been chilla than Magilla Gorilla I've been steady like the stones of a pillar I've been stackin the skrilla See money bands, money bands I wan't a hundred grand in my hand And if I did it all for myself Then I'd be lying dead to my family That's a Grammy n***a That's for my brother Papa J Even if I died tomorrow I better get one anyway Ayo the villain is back And I'm still convinced That n***as' is wack You get pushed to the back If you still debate if Fredo is fact That Seriphic fact That gutta rap We bringing it back And I want the heads of corrupted officers k**ing Black and Brown people [Chorus: Big L] Why do I end up in so much sh**? I done came way too far to be calling it quits Jake wanna lock me up Even though I'm legit They can't stand to see A young brother's pockets get thick (2x)